Post by Kyuubey on Jun 19, 2014 21:57:41 GMT -5
"Wonder if this thing gets... aha! It does." Inter-dimensional television was the shit, and now she wouldn't have to wait for episodes to be downloaded from that pitiful device to this glorious hunk of work in her home. Sure, the screen wasn't nearly the pretty piece she had back down in her Mortal world houses, but it'd suffice for the time being, and the clarity left something to be desired... but really, who needed the kind of high definition resolution to see every last pore on some poor, sweating, scowling eyed actor's face?
Or the many faint to obvious surgical scars on the many facelifts certain individuals had time and time again?
Taishaku stirred, cold scales over taut muscles and rain. "New episode?" He asked, hopefully. The plain sheath against her hip seemed to shift of its own accord as static seemed to clear to form a rather remarkably familiar image. Woman with a decent nose job and a body accentuating dress the color of a lab created sapphire was confronting a man of average height, dark complexion, and slicked back black hair in attire very similar to what Hisui herself happened to be wearing; white dress shirt, black slacks- but he had expensive leather shoes that were probably custom made.
She paused in the middle of removing her contacts, watching the scene unfolding avidly. One lense, carnelian in color, rested on her fingertip. One red eye, one teal eye locked on to the screen.
"-lept with Ava Gerome?! How could you?" The woman on the screen screamed, half close to tears, half ready to go swinging at the poker faced individual who refused to look at her.
"Oooh, she found out... her son is going to have a right fit about this, wouldn't you say?" Gleeful was the tone in the spirit's voice, and she could feel the way he writhed in delight in the waters of her inner world. Great silver talons raked furrows into the lake bottom, stirred up fish, debris, mud, and who knew what else lurked beneath its surface.
Hisui reached into the pocket of her slacks, removed a colorfully wrapped sweet from her pocket, unwrapped, and popped it into her mouth with a hum of agreement. The lozenge was manipulated into the inside of her right cheek. "Mmhm, Dante's gonna wreck his shit. But, watch, he'll learn Ava killed his lover, he'll go to kill Ava and learn she's pregnant with his kid." She watched the actress move across the screen, still yelling, still hurdling pleas mixed in with accusations at her ex-husband and childhood friend.
Dead. Silence.
"No." Mortification and breathless horror at the very idea. Taishaku was prone to getting sucked into matters of intensely political and dramatic events. Soap Operas were like the best kind of crack fix for him, and the unwitting bastard had managed to suck her into the terribly convoluted, yet so simplistic stories that she found herself addicted right alongside him.
"Yes, what kind of wager you wanna put on it? Fifty uses knocked off your name? A hundred if I'm right?" Casually slipped the offer in, like it was no big deal.
He wasn't buying it. "No." Arrogant, snooty as he had been before the whole episode thing had started.
"Why the hell not?" She demanded, grumbling as her molars cracked down, split the peach flavored candy in half. "It's a good deal."
"Because you have a guest." Taishaku replied smugly. "Now, be a good girl and turn off that television. I don't want to miss a single word because you are otherwise occupied."
Gonna be 'otherwise occupied' dropping your sassy ass down the nearest well. She thought at him in a tone that suggested she was less irritated than she wanted to be, damn it anyways.
Fucking Second Division ninjas. That cute little puppy of hers had certainly been on target with that. She drew a cigarette from the carton beside her, flipped the lid off the lighter and touched the end to flame. "So, this personal or business?"
She didn't even bother to stand up, merely rolled her head back to glance over her shoulder, and thus over the back of the well worn, broken down black leather loveseat she'd plopped her weary butt into. Mismatched eyes and wavy, flame red hair thrown into a messy ponytail, the woman was distinctly missing the pair of wire frames that usually perched upon her nose.
And yet, somehow, her eyes, and expression, looked all the more predatory for it.
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Word Count: 753
GP Earned: 15
Or the many faint to obvious surgical scars on the many facelifts certain individuals had time and time again?
Taishaku stirred, cold scales over taut muscles and rain. "New episode?" He asked, hopefully. The plain sheath against her hip seemed to shift of its own accord as static seemed to clear to form a rather remarkably familiar image. Woman with a decent nose job and a body accentuating dress the color of a lab created sapphire was confronting a man of average height, dark complexion, and slicked back black hair in attire very similar to what Hisui herself happened to be wearing; white dress shirt, black slacks- but he had expensive leather shoes that were probably custom made.
She paused in the middle of removing her contacts, watching the scene unfolding avidly. One lense, carnelian in color, rested on her fingertip. One red eye, one teal eye locked on to the screen.
"-lept with Ava Gerome?! How could you?" The woman on the screen screamed, half close to tears, half ready to go swinging at the poker faced individual who refused to look at her.
"Oooh, she found out... her son is going to have a right fit about this, wouldn't you say?" Gleeful was the tone in the spirit's voice, and she could feel the way he writhed in delight in the waters of her inner world. Great silver talons raked furrows into the lake bottom, stirred up fish, debris, mud, and who knew what else lurked beneath its surface.
Hisui reached into the pocket of her slacks, removed a colorfully wrapped sweet from her pocket, unwrapped, and popped it into her mouth with a hum of agreement. The lozenge was manipulated into the inside of her right cheek. "Mmhm, Dante's gonna wreck his shit. But, watch, he'll learn Ava killed his lover, he'll go to kill Ava and learn she's pregnant with his kid." She watched the actress move across the screen, still yelling, still hurdling pleas mixed in with accusations at her ex-husband and childhood friend.
Dead. Silence.
"No." Mortification and breathless horror at the very idea. Taishaku was prone to getting sucked into matters of intensely political and dramatic events. Soap Operas were like the best kind of crack fix for him, and the unwitting bastard had managed to suck her into the terribly convoluted, yet so simplistic stories that she found herself addicted right alongside him.
"Yes, what kind of wager you wanna put on it? Fifty uses knocked off your name? A hundred if I'm right?" Casually slipped the offer in, like it was no big deal.
He wasn't buying it. "No." Arrogant, snooty as he had been before the whole episode thing had started.
"Why the hell not?" She demanded, grumbling as her molars cracked down, split the peach flavored candy in half. "It's a good deal."
"Because you have a guest." Taishaku replied smugly. "Now, be a good girl and turn off that television. I don't want to miss a single word because you are otherwise occupied."
Gonna be 'otherwise occupied' dropping your sassy ass down the nearest well. She thought at him in a tone that suggested she was less irritated than she wanted to be, damn it anyways.
Fucking Second Division ninjas. That cute little puppy of hers had certainly been on target with that. She drew a cigarette from the carton beside her, flipped the lid off the lighter and touched the end to flame. "So, this personal or business?"
She didn't even bother to stand up, merely rolled her head back to glance over her shoulder, and thus over the back of the well worn, broken down black leather loveseat she'd plopped her weary butt into. Mismatched eyes and wavy, flame red hair thrown into a messy ponytail, the woman was distinctly missing the pair of wire frames that usually perched upon her nose.
And yet, somehow, her eyes, and expression, looked all the more predatory for it.
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Word Count: 753
GP Earned: 15
