shiningworld | 2nd Pill // SPECIAL GUEST MAID

[Yakui's been pretty unfazed by all of these mythical creatures lately. She did try to ride a Zergling, but that didn't work out. Neither did her attempt to beat a satyr in a drinking contest. She DID manage to bring down a kut-ku with her obnoxiously loud laughter, but riding it proved just as unsuccessful as the others.

Finished for the day, she's started to return to her guesthouse. Anyone she happens to be passing by might notice her starting to convulse on her feet, until her arms go limp and her head tilts back, and something, or someone, starts pulling itself, or rather, herself... no, maybe itself was right... out of her mouth.

It appears to be a tall, pale woman with very long black hair (if it's even really hair), and red eyes. As she manages to get halfway up out of Yakui's mouth - Yakui somehow standing upright and unmoving through the entirety of this - clothing seems to begin to manifest on her body. A maid uniform. Finally, she pulls her feet out of Yakui's mouth and carefully crawls down off of her, just in time for Yakui to collapse onto her back on the ground.]

Oh dear, how unfortunate. Yakui-san, are you _okay?

[The tall woman stoops down to poke at Yakui, who responds only with a couple twitches.]

[OOC: Disclaimer; I am not actually picking up a new character, she is simply going to be a special guest for this event.]

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[Well, that... Was kind of strange. Kite is just kind of staring.]

Edited 2012-08-12 02:06 (UTC)

[The void stares back.]

^Hello... Can I help you?

[Yakui's phone will receive this text:]
Y0u c@m& 0ut 0f th@t p%rs0n.
...H0w d!d y0u d0 th@t?
(You came out of that person.
...How did you do that?)

Oh~... She's an _old friend. Hmhmhm...

[He may or may not perceive it, being all computery and whatnot, but there's the subtle, deeply unsettling sound of laughter behind some of her words. Like a dark shadow in the very sound.]

^Sometimes I just like to impose on her a bit~. I hope you won't think less of me for it.

H@v& y0u b%en 0n th& !sl@nd l0ng?

(Have you been on the island long?)

Not very long at all, _actually.

Though it would seem that that is my loss...

[She makes a show of turning around to pick up Yakui's device, because this entire time an eye opened between her hair on the back of her head has been watching the device. It conspicuously closes as she turns around.]

Such an interesting ^place... One almost feels drawn to it.

[ .... neat trick there, yakui. ]

Pretty good.

[Yakui's leg twitches from her position on the ground, jumping up about half a foot. The taller woman just smiles in response, one red eye focused intently on Madotsuki. You seem very familiar; perhaps she's touched you once or twice in your dreams.

Then she speaks in a quiet voice, almost like an echo.]

Mhmhmhm~... Yes, she has quite a _few talents.

[Like this one thing with a golf ball-]

[ Yeah, you feel somewhat familiar yourself. Another strange figment of her imagination, maybe... ]

And you?

Hoohoohoo... I have quite a ^{few more...

[As evidenced by the many eyes that open up in various points on her hair and clothing. Despite this ominous fact, she tilts her head and gives a sinisterly sweet smile. You're not quite all right in the head. She likes that.]

You seem like a talented person yourself.}

Talented...

[ No one's ever used that adjective. "Lazy" or "creepy" maybe... ]

You think I'm talented.

Oh yes, I do have an ^eye for talents such as yours.

[Quite a few eyes, actually. She's particularly fond of that thing where you chop off your own head.]

Dude...

You are AWESOME.

[Ozoi grins in response, leaning forward to look at the little dragon thing. Which, of course, shouldn't really be so necessary, since there are eyes on her shadow already fixated on the creature.]

Oh my, how ^cute. I could eat you right up~...

[The tone in her voice makes it hard to say if she means literally or figuratively. Something about the stoned and inebriated that she just adores. She is the patron maid of really really bad trips.]

[The dragon scoots back just a tad. Something a bit wrong about that tone.]

I taste like weed, trust me.

I can ^assure you, I've had much, worse. Heeheehee~.

[The way she's leaning over him makes her seem taller than she already is. Maybe it's a trick of the light; light doesn't seem to be something that likes working correctly near her.

Yakui foams and gurgles behind Ozoi, and after a moment, she stands back up with a sweet smile (and two or three more smiles forming in the shadowed parts of her hair and clothing).]

_Oh, but I've forgotten my manners.

My name is ^OZOI.

[...that's not weird at all. Or freaky as hell. Nope. Spike leans backwards. He likes his personal space.

His eye darts over by Yakui. He'd say this was disturbing, but he's far too accustomed to this shit.]

Uh...huh...good for you.

So what's up with her?

[Freaky as hell is basically everything about this right now.

She... walks...? Well, whatever she's doing with where her legs should be and might or might not actually be, it's taking her back over to Yakui to poke at her some more.]

She just got... a little ^over-excited. It's hardly uncommon. It happens from _time to _{_time}. Poor Yakui-san has such a delicate constitution, after all.

[She says it with what is easily construed as a hungry look on her face as she continues gazing at Yakui, somewhat akin to a vulture.]

She's still warm yet. Hmhmhmhmhm~...

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