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[manuscripture]

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[ Somewhere around town-- at the bookstore, the Tomoe-Kaname Bakery, attached to posts and notice boards --you find a small white notecard. On it is printed a little message and some numbers in ornate lettering. If you look closely, it reads the following: ]

Rohan Kishibe, Mangaka & Visual Artist
Owner Pro Tempore of Ebony Threads Tailor Shop
Highly Experienced.
Commissions & Advertising For Hire
Pay Negotiable.
Contact At: 512.66.730.91 for inquiries
Castle Lüvchaque - Directly North of Bavan per appointment ONLY.

(( feel free to use this as an action-based prompt too. any random interactions will MOST LIKELY take place in the form of walk-ins at the tailor shop unless it's pre-planned. just drop a starter in here! ))

Comments

[manuscripture]

That would count, yes.

[lowsteaks]

Oh. I wasn't really thinking or anything when it happened. I just did it.

[manuscripture]

That is how instinctual responses work.

What is your name, by the way?

[lowsteaks]

Chie. Chie Satonaka. Why?

[manuscripture]

Isn't knowing the name of the person you are talking to important?

[lowsteaks]

Sure, I guess.

But why do u think I'm made to follow her? U said I was

[manuscripture]

It sounds like She wants your favor. You are strong enough for Her power, Dyster wasn't an awful place, and you sound fairly comfortable with your hunger. For what all of that is worth.

It's just my opinion.

[lowsteaks]

U didn't see me freaking out on Ingway last week.

But thanks, I think?

It helps a lot if u just think of the meat as just meat and not something that was a person before. It's a little harder to do that to someone u just went bearzerk on tho. I needed his help with that.

[manuscripture]

That is pretty much how I look at it. In the end, the ones I eat don't look like people when I'm finished with them. I jar them like marmalade.

In the case of you and your friend... Is he affiliated with Her?

[lowsteaks]

Ingway? Yeah. He's one of Hers.

[Part of her is quietly horrified to hear about the 'marmalade,' but the rest of her is not so quietly envious. She's got that bundle of rag and bone and hair under her bed and she's still not sure what to do with it.]

I guess maybe it also helps that at some point during all this I sort of accepted that killing is part of my nature? Like, maybe not one I like particularly much [Except man did it feel good to break that human's neck in the alley] but one I'm stuck with? And, u kno, I've got to survive. Even if it means I have to do objectively awful things.

[Thanks Kaz for your very helpful contributions to her psyche when everyone was stuck in each other's dreams.]