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I'm sick of trying to feel better about everything and being kind and showing everyone oh look moonblessed are harmless teehee let's just

be angry

anon is fine

come tell me who or what makes you angry, get it out there

[ Emerald is not anon, but she doesn't mind if any characters are. Unless otherwise stated, please assume she is not responding anonymously. She doesn't know how to cope with feelings of loss, so this is the best and most productive thing she could think of to try to get it out without wanting to punch everyone she speaks to in the face like she has for the past couple of weeks. So please, vent with her and be angry. ]

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Don’t be mean to me. I’m trying to play along!

What’s on your mind? Angry about something?

being mean is my personality

everything all the time and i'm sick of lying to myself that it's going to stop

[ now, that’s interesting… seimei doesn’t know what he can do for her, or if she wants anything done, but her attitude reminds him quite a bit of nisei. ]

It’ll stop if you learn to make it stop. How that works, however, is entirely up to you.

[ That's funny. She wants to laugh at it. She's spent her entire life trying to make it stop and never being able to. Then she finally, finally felt happy. She finally stopped feeling anger and envy every time she saw someone just being happy with their life, and that was gone. That wasn't up to her. Nothing she did ever changed how thing turned out. ]

yeah ok
do you have anything other than fortune cookie advice to go off of without knowing anything about me?

Hmm. The last time I felt really annoyed with something, I just blew it up. How do you feel about arson?

[ She double checks to make sure she read the right username. She really doesn't have a read on this guy, even if he's joking again... Is he making fun of her? She'll just answer glibly. ]

Not a fan. Too flashy.

[ seimei is very much not making fun of her, but this wouldn’t be the first time someone thinks that of his outlandish suggestions. he’s trying to figure her out, too—how she responds to things, what her limits are. ]

Well, I’m all out of ideas now. I’m not very good at this.

Wouldn’t it be nice, though? If we could just burn the things that we hate?

OK pyro.

The first person who loved me disappeared from this world a couple of weeks ago. He promised we would find a way to take me back to his world, so I wouldn't ever have to go back to mine. I only have Chihiro left, and I love him but I don't think he can keep that promise either. I think everyone in this world is fooling themselves if they think they have any chance of holding onto anything they care for here.

Doesn't sound like a flammable source of anger.

[ and, like the cutest little oyster, she cracks open to reveal this lovely pearl. seimei reads the message over and over, clinging to some intrigue—finally—that he thinks he can really sink his claws into. ]

No, it doesn’t.

So what will you do? Burn yourself? That’s what will happen if you keep holding onto all that. It’s not your fault you’re surrounded by optimists, so you don’t need to punish yourself with their idealism.

Tell me, what do you like to eat? I’ll order you something.

[ He's really sticking with the pyro theme huh. She's gonna tease him about it when she's feeling better.

But what he says is actually kind of comforting. Maybe not what she'd wanted (apparently no one else wanted to gripe about their problems) but it's nice to feel validated about people and they stupid, senseless optimism. Sometimes she just wants to choke a bitch out for being happyall the time when she's known her whole life that she's going to be miserable one way or the other. It's nice when someone gets that. ]

I'm not picky but I'm not going to sit alone eating pity delivery.

Hm? That sounds to me like you really want to see my face.

[ seimei thinks she’s responding well to this. her caustic attitude is hard to predict, but now that he’s laid out some quite serious things about his thought patterns, he needs to make sure it looks like it was all a joke on his part.

for someone like her, flirting it is. ]

Yuck.

[ She was actually more comfortable with hanging out talking about arson with him, even if she thought it was joking. She's just not an arsonist, like she said. Her style is a little more personal, but she's not against joking about crimes. ]

Don’t say that. I’m just helping.

If I order a pizza, will you eat it? I’ll come to watch and everything.

[ seimei ]

You're going to watch me eat?

Is that strange?

yeah
but on the scale of weird ways to eat it's like a 2/10 on my scale so whatever.
Pineapple and bacon with red pepper flakes.

Roger. And where should I be sending this to?

[ he has no qualms about using soubi’s money to buy someone a pizza, because soubi’s money is his money. ]

Let's just meet at a park.

[ She's not inviting a dude who's down with arson jokes(?) to her home when they haven't met in person yet. ]

A picnic it is. I’ll see you in an hour.

[ seimei has some places that he likes to go when he just wants to be outside, and he sends emerald the location—privately—of a little park in level two. ]

[ She doesn't respond again, but she does show up where he said to. This is the first time they've spoken in person, but overtime he'll notice she does tend to wear a lot of tube tops and neutral colors and doesn't make any effort to cover her stomach or cleavage. Today, she's wearing something like this, with a tote bag. There's nothing in the tote bag except for her weapons, but she's learned it's best not to openly carry when you go to public spaces here- and yet doesn't feel comfortable if she's not armed, so she's invested in tote bags to carry them around. She doesn't really have anything else with her, because Emerald isn't really the type to carry much else around. What is noticeable is that from the front, with her mouth closed, it's really hard to tell what her moonblessing is. It's visible on her back though, a streak of scales that trail down her spine between the two pigtails that come out of the back of her hair. She also has two retractable fangs in her mouth, but they're really only visible when she wants to show them off.

She's kind of just standing around looking for him for a minute. He has cat ears normally, so she wonders what she should be looking for now.. ]

[ seimei can recognize her without needing to be recognized himself, especially since he thinks he looks fairly unremarkable. even with his cat ears, apparently not a normal feature in most worlds, the prismals and other moonblessed allow him to blend in just fine.

he does feel a little silly carrying a personal pizza all the way to the park, but listen, it’s for a friend, or something. ]

Emerald.

[ he approaches her with quiet footsteps and his usual smile. ]

I kept you waiting. Sorry about that.

Seimei.

[ She looks him over, her eyes flicking up and down his body. It's nothing weird. Or perhaps it's weirder than it should be. Emerald's semblance relies on her ability to observe the world around her, and her survival habits from the past rely on her ability to locate where a person keeps their valuables in their clothing. It's quick, so most people wouldn't notice it, and her red eyes end up back on his face as she tilts her head to gesture to a bench nearby. ]

There's a bench over there if you want.

[ She has been told not to sit on the ground enough by Akashi that she knows not to just suggest that first anymore, even if she doesn't mind. ]

I would prefer it. I’m not good with dirty things.

[ seimei offers her a vulnerability, mild as it may be. see, he’s trustworthy. he’s weird, but he’s human. ]

You’re more fashionable than I am.

[ as they walk. he hadn’t missed her looking him over, though she was plenty quick, but he treats it like she was simply judging his fashion sense. he does tend to wear the same things, or at least the same basic outfit concept. the man likes to be clothed. ]

You're not missing anything.

[ Truth be told, if he wasn't a stranger Emerald would've wanted to go somewhere indoors and clean. She's had her fill of filth and squalor for a life time, even if she's used to it. ]

I haven't had the chance to get new clothes in years back home. I like to try stuff here. I don't know about fashionable though, I just like stuff I can move in that draws people's focus where I want it.

[ That probably sounds an awful lot like she wants people to stare at her breasts. She heads to the bench and sits on one end, setting her bag on the bench between the two of them. ]

You make it hard for me. I’m trying to be modest and stay in your good graces.

[ seimei, despite sounding flirtatious on every other sentence he says, delivers this with a relatively neutral inflection. he doesn’t want her to get the wrong idea—like he really might be hiding a desire to stare at her chest.

then his smile returns, and he offers her the warm box. ]

Are you hungry? It’s got everything you asked for.

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