anita_hero | First Spell // Action

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First Spell // Action - Voice

[Action]

[Anita wakes up halfway and considers staying that way until she comes to the realizations that A) she seems to have fallen asleep sitting up, B) she managed to do so outside, and C) her back is killing her. At this point, she jerks to full consciousness and flinches when her back grinds into the surface behind her.

Oh. That...isn't right.

What follows is a panicked flailing at the vicinity of her back that probably looks hilarious to any observers and ends when she catches a handful of feathers and yelps in pain. She scrambles to her feet and looks around wildly, and...oh. Fountain. She was sitting next to a fountain. The sky is gray, but the water is still enough to see her reflection in, and...

Oh. Oh. That definitely isn't right.

Caught between a mild state of shock at her wings and a slightly more pronounced one at the fact that she's in public and someone took her clothes and replaced them with a dress she's never seen before, it takes Anita a moment to notice the book at her feet. It has her name on it, which is disturbing, but at least it's something to go on.

She picks it up, resumes her seat at the base of the fountain (taking care of her inexplicable new appendages), and cracks open the journal.]

[Voice]

Okay...I'd be lying if I said this was the first time I woke up on a strange world with my clothes missing - unfortunately - but this a little too much, mon. For one thing, there was usually someone around that I knew... I don't suppose there's anyone here who knows me?

My name's Anita Fite, but if you're from Earth, you might know me as Empress. [No harm in revealing her secret identity if she doesn't have family here to protect, although, shockingly, knowing that they're not here doesn't make her feel much better.] If you do know me and you want to find me, I'm in this place called Seventh Heaven, because it was a little chilly outside considering - well, I hate to sound like a broken record about the missing clothes.

I'll be the girl in the corner with the white dress. I would have worn a corsage, but I thought it was a little much for a first date.

[She closes the journal halfway before a tiny flutter of hope compels her to say one last thing:]

And, by the way...does anyone know of absolutely any way at all I could get some kind of message back home? I just...want my parents to know I'm okay.

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Really? [She's never been to a restaurant where they just make you whatever you want.] Can you make it Cajun chicken? With red peppers? And do you have fries? ...I think I'm hungrier than I thought.

[His face screws up a bit. Cajun... Cajun... does he know Cajun? He knows red peppers and if all else fails he can probably ask the boss or something... So he nods, after a distinct pause] Yelp, I can get all those!

[The pause does not go unnoticed.]

Are you sure? If you'd have to go out of your way or anything, don't worry about it. You can just make it how you want and I'll let you know what I think.

N-nah! You said Cajun, I'll work Cajun.

[Somehow.

...To the kitchen!]

[Okay then! He seems nice. Anita takes a sip of her water, realizes how thirsty she actually is, and pretty much drains the rest of it in one go.]

[And in the kitchen!

...Still not sure about Cajun. He consults some cookbooks though back here (regretfully, the things he does for pretty girls... or... people in distress... or anyone...) and concludes a few spices he ought to be working with, some stylistic cues. So that and some fries. Man, he wishes he could include something like maybe some noodles or rice because he's feeling peckish now but no! Someone else's stuff!

...Though he'll also make some rice balls. Partially for himself. But give the tailed boy oh, twenty five minutes tops before he's bypassing the servers in here (again) to set down the sandwich, another thing of water (which was... for him but when he realizes she downed that one he gives it to her), her fries, and then setting the rice balls down before he sits across from her.

...Okay so that was probably too forward. Shit what does he say now that he put himself in this situation]

[Hey, she appreciates the forwardness. Sitting here by herself as a newcomer with little grasp on the situation would be kind of lonely, to say the least. So she gives him a grin when he sits down.]

Thanks! Oh - sorry, mon; I never asked your name. I'm Anita.

R-rin. I'm Rin. Ossu.

[...She doesn't seem put out. Good, then he didn't mess this up]

[Having taken a bite of her sandwich, she swallows it and gives Rin a smile.]

Nice to meet you. And this is good! Did you make it?

[It's not quite what she's used to, true, but it's definitely tasty. Which is nice; she'd half been expecting that this place would have indigestible alien food, or something.]

Y-yeah! I'm one of the chefs here, so... [...Okay he did not strike out. What does he say now? ...Shove a rice ball in his mouth, that's what]

Really? How long have you been here?

Too- long. Like six months, now.

Oh. That is kind of a long time.

[Longer than she wants to be here. Normally that'd kill her appetite, but seriously, starving, so she has a couple fries.]

...What did you do where you came from? Were you a cook there, too?

No, I'm an exorcist.

[...Well in training. But details]

An...exorcist? ...You don't really look like an exorcist.

[Is it the tail? It's totally the tail]

Well I am! Esquire, anyway, at the cram school. [Jerking his thumb at his face] And what's more, I'm gonna be Paladin someday.

[Anita's only experience with Paladin comes from Dungeons and Dragons, which she does not even play. Still, it at least sounds impressive.

And she really only thinks he doesn't look like an exorcist because he's cute and young and not dressed as some kind of faintly menacing religious figure, so don't take it personally.]

Cool. What's a Paladin do where you come from?

Paladin's the title the strongest exorcist with True Cross's got. My old man used to have it, and I'm gonna show them he wasn't as bad as some of 'em say he was.

Oh. Well, good! Um, what's True Cross? Is it for driving out evil spirits? [She makes a little cross sign with her fingers.]

No, no. [He waves a hand, taking another rice ball in it when he finishes] True Cross is an international Exorcist group. Someone thought it'd be a good idea to get exorcists from all sorts of religions all over the world and try to get'em to work together.

Oh. Seems like kind of a dodgy idea, but then again, if you come from a place where evil spirits actually need driving out from time to time, it's probably best to rally all the troops you've got.

More than from time to time! Demons are all over the place, causing problems all the time. It's just most people can't see'em 'cus they don't get a temp... tem- spirit wound.

Wow. Well, you're doing good work, then. I really don't like demons.

[...And then and awkward look comes on his face for a moment and he glances in spite of himself back at her tail. Errr.]

...Yeah! I don't either!

[A...haha]

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