BazmundOOOOH. The first bit says "we live to kill another(Each other?)", merde means shit, " putain de" means....uh xD and I think the last part is ",everything you want and more". Time to check how horribly inaccurate I was.
Edit! " putain de" meant fucking, and the last part really said "All we want, is more"..I just misread it. Oh well.
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N'aw, I love the post. I'll reply in a moment, then.
Ntombi helped herself to cookies, not waiting for permission from either scarf boy or mask girl. She reclined in the chair in the conference room and smirked lazily at Death, half a cookie jutting out of her mouth. She only listened with a halfhearted vigour, still clearly regretting ever being put in this group. Her amber eyes slid along the pictures quickly, but slowed a little on the words. When Death invited the others to watch if they like, Ntombi spat out her cookie and said, loudly and bluntly, "Nobody's going to the perimeters. If you want to watch, do it from here."
When Death asked for questions, Ntombi's only reply was a scathing remark of "yeah, when are you gonna take that mask off, Diddles?" Before angrily tossing half a cookie towards him and stomping out, her dreads twisting like serpents with the wild movements. She cornered Amaya and snarled "Plan?"
When Death asked for questions, Ntombi's only reply was a scathing remark of "yeah, when are you gonna take that mask off, Diddles?" Before angrily tossing half a cookie towards him and stomping out, her dreads twisting like serpents with the wild movements. She cornered Amaya and snarled "Plan?"
WinterNightSky said
Marshal and I need Stitches to post
I did tell you to pass, you know!
Fine, I'll scrounge something up and then work on the PM post too.
...Windel, wouldn't it be more sensible to introduce yourself at the next stop? Supposedly following the caravan to the point of overhearing conversation would've been impossible, especially since Azga hinted towards lookouts being present.
From the carriage, three identical women exited in silence. Their faces painted in a smooth, white and porcelain finish, coupled with accentuated eye makeup and rubied lips. One wore yellow, one wore blue and the final wore pink. These robes were kimonos, and the three women had their hair arranged in a traditional geisha style, different from each other only in the clothes they wore and the hair style of the day.
For some, the performance was restricted to the stage. They were able to remove their masks and costumes, relax with their friends and enjoy meals together. Takumi did not have the luxury of functioning as such - her principals beaten like a copper shell around her everyday life, she knew that Azga had guests and these guests would be hungry.
The ladies in blue and yellow handed bowls of soup to worker and gypsy alike whilst the one in pink (for those who knew Takumi knew that pink meant the original copy of herself) nodded politely to those present, and listened to Azga in silence.
The blue-robed Geisha approached Faye and produced, from the elaborate and heavy sleeves of the kimono, a white linen cloth to use in favour of cleaning out her precious rifle with such a filthy rag. "I shall clean the other cloth for you," assured Takumi. This habit of gift-giving was one of many foreign eccentrices that alienated her from the others, but she found her way around it rather smoothly by partaking in conversation with multiple people in different areas, as she was about to do. "What do you think about the next stop, mm? I do not mind keeping you company as you take watch, it may be more...efficient than running around. Besides, it can get cold at night without a cup of tea!" Joked Takumi, chuckling.
The yellow-robed Takumi swapped places with the pink one in serving Azga's...guests. Free from her own duties, the yellow-robed Takumi went to sit beside Leo with her own bowl of soup, inclining her head politely towards him and gently opening the conversation with a simple "How was your evening?" Takumi always thought that Leo was a quiet, reserved type of person in the morning, and she wasn't intent on startling him.
For some, the performance was restricted to the stage. They were able to remove their masks and costumes, relax with their friends and enjoy meals together. Takumi did not have the luxury of functioning as such - her principals beaten like a copper shell around her everyday life, she knew that Azga had guests and these guests would be hungry.
The ladies in blue and yellow handed bowls of soup to worker and gypsy alike whilst the one in pink (for those who knew Takumi knew that pink meant the original copy of herself) nodded politely to those present, and listened to Azga in silence.
The blue-robed Geisha approached Faye and produced, from the elaborate and heavy sleeves of the kimono, a white linen cloth to use in favour of cleaning out her precious rifle with such a filthy rag. "I shall clean the other cloth for you," assured Takumi. This habit of gift-giving was one of many foreign eccentrices that alienated her from the others, but she found her way around it rather smoothly by partaking in conversation with multiple people in different areas, as she was about to do. "What do you think about the next stop, mm? I do not mind keeping you company as you take watch, it may be more...efficient than running around. Besides, it can get cold at night without a cup of tea!" Joked Takumi, chuckling.
The yellow-robed Takumi swapped places with the pink one in serving Azga's...guests. Free from her own duties, the yellow-robed Takumi went to sit beside Leo with her own bowl of soup, inclining her head politely towards him and gently opening the conversation with a simple "How was your evening?" Takumi always thought that Leo was a quiet, reserved type of person in the morning, and she wasn't intent on startling him.
As it turns out, I have low charge and crappy WiFi here. However, I'm having lots of fun, so forgive my absence and accept my apology with an IC post!
Pudding said
*Edits Accordingly* Singing can be fun, as far as anybody knows, she has a beautiful singing voice.
Takumi. Graziella. I play the music, you sing the songs.
Its gonna happen.
I hope people won't mind me saying that my character has been with the caravan for a while...it only makes sense she would be, else Azga would've scared her away.
Ah, so I can post now?
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