voice | un; quickfish

[kisha]

It seems this world is similar to my own.

I will take your questions, before one of you ends up causing an incident.

If you plan to actually attempt to blend in here... find me. You will need far more than just words to guide you.

[No offense, but she's seen how some of you act... and some of your dressing attempts.

Though her attempt at offering to help maybe isn't that much better.]

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[fuchsiative]

White clothes, beaded necklace, some kind of black box. Okay.

[ and now for some blank staring. ]

What's an inugami?

[secondnature]

I'll do my best.

[Said in a tone that makes him now doubt that he'll be able to.

Or, on the other hand, whether it's better for Lance to learn for himself.

Not that he should do that to Hayame. That's not fair.]

[notthatjason]

That's a thing you can show with just a hairstyle?

[He blurts it out without much thought, clearly surprised. She can't see, but he runs his hand over his own short hair. It might be harder to disguise himself among the population than he thought. Short hair hadn't always been the style for guys now that he thought about it. Hmm. Well, there wasn't a lot he could do about that now.]

There really is more to this than I thought.

voice: un: hemlock

[unholey]

Is minimal eye contact a cultural practice, or have I just had shit luck when it comes to trying to barter with the locals?

[Everyone's collective Evasive Eyeball Maneuvers are driving him nuts. Please, merchants. He just wants to buy... some lunch. Don't make this weird.]

[kisha]

The bound spirit of a dog that was buried to the neck to die, whose rage makes of it a spirit that the diviner can then command.

[you know, normal things]

[predomination]

I suppose that's a way of looking at it. You must be very thrilled, still. I have to admit it is nice to see something familiar after so much that hasn't been.

[kisha]

[Though she isn’t a fan of the medium... she was making efforts to be helpful, and so Hayame turns in the video function, angled high to display the intricate hairstyle she wears, oiled, combed, and waxed into shape and decorated with silk cords and paper ties.]

Indeed, it is a nuanced affair.

[There is also a horse’s rear in that video but don’t mind that]

[kisha]

I make no claim to what you do with your hand clasping, merely-

[ughhhh talking about this is hard why]

That is how such may be seen here, as it was in my world. Such touching is far too intimate for the eyes of others, if one has any dignity at all.

Outside of the proper districts for such debauchery, of course.

[kisha]

You are welcome.

[kisha]

Then I will anticipate his presence.

[kisha]

To be thrilled would surely be a crass reaction to such a thing.

[/thrilled af]

[kisha]

To avert one’s eyes shows deference. To a shopkeeper, the customer is worth such respect.

[forcevisions]

Districts for — [ no. wait. she knows those districts. she holds up a hand quickly. ] Never mind. I understand your meaning very well. Thank you.

[rhinostagros]

I'll be careful. Thank you, ma'am. Anything else I should know?

[ IT'S OKAY he appreciates her efforts! ]

[undeserved]

Clothing's a good start. I'll go meet up with you in town.

[ goodness knows she doesn't know where to start. It isn't until she hangs up that she realizes it's a little strange Hayame would (apparently) know so much about human culture, despite being clearly non-human herself - but it's something she'll have to ask about when she gets there.

Even without her Pod, it doesn't take 2B too long to find her; she sticks out in a crowd, to say the least. Rather than a wave or hello, she merely offers a curt nod. ]

So it was you.

[kisha]

Very good, then.

[kisha]

[literally... everything... ??? why do people keep asking her this

how does she reply...]

... There is much, obviously. What... do you plan to do.

[forcevisions]

I didn't get your name.

[kisha]

It is Hayame.

[secondnature]

Got it.

I'll see you soon for class.

[rhinostagros]

I... was thinking of looking for some bugs! Do you know anything about the bugs here?

[ ...Completely unrelated to the mission. ]

[kisha]

[At least she hadn't brought the metal box.

Hayame supposes that it might make sense, that the people who were apparently... fake robot people... would be out of their element here. It is something she has a great sympathy for, in some ways, even if displaying such sympathy is barely within her capacity.

She waits where she thinks she will be easily noticeable, but really... she stands out well enough, no matter how meticulously she is styled and coiffed, both human and equine portions dressed accordingly.

Instead of a curt nod, she gives a bow, her forelegs extending to give it actual illusion of respect instead of towering over others.]

Greetings.

[forcevisions]

Thank you, Hayame, for your help. We might just make it through this mission.

[undeserved]

[ she does certainly have an aura of confidence here, 2B thinks... or maybe it's just because she was on the verge of puking and barely able to stand the last time she saw her. It's nice to see her looking healthier, regardless. ]

It looks like you're feeling better.

[ the small acknowledgement is all she gives, perhaps out of respect for Hayame's pride... ]

I didn't get your name before. I'm YoRHa unit 2B. [ a pause as she seems to realize something. ] ... Just 2B is fine.

[kisha]

Perhaps.

[She doesn't think to ask for the other girl's name, because... thanks to a hilarious translator coincidence, the username "falcon" works out as a decent name in her tongue... oops]

I suppose we shall see.