REPORT 026 :: MERMAID // ACTION
MORNING
[In the morning, you might be out for a walk when you find Daisy and Keimi together. Of note, -together-, and with different clothes than usual. In place of her uniform, the 6'9'' girl has a lace crop top covering her. She is also wearing black bell jeans with Keimi's boutique logo weaved in red, and miraculously enough, no boots: She is wearing actual shoes.
You'll find them either walking together, Daisy wheeling her friend around a little too close to her; or sitting together in a bench. Well, not together. Keimi sitting on her lap, actually, arms wrapped around eachother.]
MIDDAY
[It's hard to find clothes when you're not part of the human standard. Architectural designs and fashion firms are guilty of it, but it's not deterring a 6'9'' girl nor the comely mermaid in a wheelchair. While the bigger one does not seem to have much of a clue about fashion, the smaller one is pleased to correct her, and show her dresses that could fit her, along promises to make something similar.
The taller girl turns her head up, immediately hugging Keimi as she hears another presence... Does she get to spot you?
Did you know, did you know? They wonder, did you know about this?]
AFTERNOON
[In any case, one of the places you'd expect to find the Spartan in is the Battle Dome, and you would be correct. However, what may surprise you is the scenario.
If you look through the glass, you'd reasonably wonder how could somebody train in a land full of gigantic candies and sweets. While the Chief Petty Officer has the mermaid down in a pin, her face's drunken expression puts in doubt who is actually winning given its' comfortable location.
Were you going to enter? Troll? Watch?]
((OOC: Joint post between Daisy and Keimi. Posting order is You --> Daisy --> Keimi, though exceptions can be made.))
[In the morning, you might be out for a walk when you find Daisy and Keimi together. Of note, -together-, and with different clothes than usual. In place of her uniform, the 6'9'' girl has a lace crop top covering her. She is also wearing black bell jeans with Keimi's boutique logo weaved in red, and miraculously enough, no boots: She is wearing actual shoes.
You'll find them either walking together, Daisy wheeling her friend around a little too close to her; or sitting together in a bench. Well, not together. Keimi sitting on her lap, actually, arms wrapped around eachother.]
MIDDAY
[It's hard to find clothes when you're not part of the human standard. Architectural designs and fashion firms are guilty of it, but it's not deterring a 6'9'' girl nor the comely mermaid in a wheelchair. While the bigger one does not seem to have much of a clue about fashion, the smaller one is pleased to correct her, and show her dresses that could fit her, along promises to make something similar.
The taller girl turns her head up, immediately hugging Keimi as she hears another presence... Does she get to spot you?
Did you know, did you know? They wonder, did you know about this?]
AFTERNOON
[In any case, one of the places you'd expect to find the Spartan in is the Battle Dome, and you would be correct. However, what may surprise you is the scenario.
If you look through the glass, you'd reasonably wonder how could somebody train in a land full of gigantic candies and sweets. While the Chief Petty Officer has the mermaid down in a pin, her face's drunken expression puts in doubt who is actually winning given its' comfortable location.
Were you going to enter? Troll? Watch?]
((OOC: Joint post between Daisy and Keimi. Posting order is You --> Daisy --> Keimi, though exceptions can be made.))
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Right now, she's very akin to being in her deepest meditation trances, with the exception she's instead succumbing to the pleasures of the world.
Said pleasure being, the mermaid she's partly laying on.]
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Unfortunately, in watching, she makes a cute, excited little gasp as she hears Keimi squeak as well. Apparently, she's surprised by what Daisy is getting into!
After all, she had to ruin the moment somehow!]]
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Her ears hear the low gasp that sure as hell is not from Keimi. She turns.]
..................
[Massive legs wrapped around Keimi's tail, and found red-handed (chest-handed, more like it), Daisy is frozen in place like a deer caught in the headlights. All while holding on to the mermaid in a too affectionate manner.]
How long were you watching.
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When the Spartan's legs wrap around her tail, she gasps, startled. Daisy wasn't this rough with her on purpose. Was spending time outside the apartment together making her more bold? As soon as Daisy spoke, however, she realized what was going on. They're caught. She squeaks again, this time out of fear, rather than pleasure, her body instinctively curling into Daisy's chest, eyes shutting tight.]
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Oh, a couple of minutes. At least before your hand got to where it is now. I didn't know that's what you were doing, but... at least I finally get to see the lovely girl you've been bragging about.
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Daisy caresses the green-haired mermaid nuzzled in her chest. Another arm softly wraps her. She whispers to her.]
Keimi? This is Valvalis... She's a longtime friend of mine.
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A... a friend? O-okay.
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[[She smiles down at Keimi.]] Don't worry, I won't get any closer. That's your space right there. I just... happened along at the wrong time. [[While she points at the two of them, her fingers move in unison and draw a little heart.]]
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She has helped me a lot in this place. She taught me the arts of the winds. She was one of the people that got me adapted to Luceti.
[She brought back Daisy when she was at her weakest, and gave her a new family in this new world.
Slowly, she softens her hold to let Keimi move as Valvalis descends. An invitation to let her look at the elemental.]
Don't be scared. She likes to tease... [Raising her eyes at Valvalis, before they turn back to Keimi to comfort her.] But she's one of the most caring people here.
[Kirimi was the proof of it.]
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I-I'm Keimi, it's really nice to meet you, Miss Valvalis.
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[She leans forward slightly, offering her own hand timidly to this new woman.]