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Subject Post 21PostSubject: Noh Theater and Dancing   Mansion Meeting (private)  - Page 3 EmptyThu Jul 24, 2014 2:50 am

Riley smiled. "Now then, what kind of role would you like to be? For example a hero, action girl, a thief or killer?" Chammy shrugged. "I don't know. I guess any role as long as I'm a girl." At this point, Chammy couldn't help but try to figure out what Riley was, so the teen decided to ask a question that she thought would give her an answer. "What kind of role do you like?" Riley thought about the answer for a bit before saying, "Any. Both male and female, it fits someone like me."

Noticing the curiosity in her eyes, Riley continued. "This lesson is getting a bit personal, but I can see your eyes just burning with curiosity. A role that would be absolutely perfect for me would be an IS, such as Natsu Hoshino." Riley paused. Chammy got it now, what Riley was. "You are familiar with that character right?" The teen nodded her head. "Yes. The book Natsu is from is known for showing a very real perspective of what it's like to be IS. It even won an award in the late 2000s and inspired other books." "Good, that is all correct." Riley stated. "I was actually in a play based on that book before."

The teacher not wanting to have Chammy learn not as much as she should, decided to go back to the lesson. "Anyway, the theater that we know of today isn't the same as it was when it first began. The origins of Western theater is from the festival of Dionysus and I would like you to read about it plus more Western theater history which starts on page 5 of your book. While the origins of Japanese theater started in 1270 with Noh theater, during this time it was called Suragaku. I'd also like you to read about this plus more of Japanese theater history which starts on page 7 of your book."

Riley turned to their briefcase, pulling out a screen and a remote. He pulled out three legs from the screen before setting it on the floor. Pressing a button on the remote a video started to play. "Observe. I would like you to take note of the gestures, the sounds, costumes, lights and essentially anything you think is important to the story." On the screen Chammy could see traditional Japanese instruments in the background of a old looking stage. Standing in the center as the instruments played and chants were sounded, was a person wearing a mask. The person's body was covered with a colorful kimono, one of their hands held a golden fan on the opposite side of that laid a sheathed sword. The performance wasn't very long, soon the screen went black.

The screen then showed a picture of a woman with the words: "Izumo no Okuni". The name sounded familiar to Chammy, the teen couldn't figure out where she had heard the name. Soon, she realized it when more text appeared calling her the founder of kabuki theater. The video was longer this time but it felt short for a documentary about a founder of something for Chammy. Though maybe it was just the teen this documentary was different than the ones the sixteen year old saw in school. When it ended, Riley turned it off then put both of the equipment back into their briefcase. ""She will be an important part of the quiz. Study her well." The human picked up their briefcase. "That is all for today. Farewell." The acting coach then left. "Bye." Chammy waved.

It didn't take long for Chammy's dance coach arrive. A woman with tanned skin and had the features of a Korean woman came up to her. The woman had a black messenger bag, the strap went across her plain white crop top. For bottoms, the woman wore grey chachi pants and on her feet was gray dancer sneakers. The woman's tanned skin and dark blonde hair did remind Chammy of Ganguro. "Yo~" The blonde stated in a singsong tone. "Nice to meet you. My name is Mirim." The woman extended her hand towards Chammy. The cosplayer took it, stating, "Nice to meet you Mirim. My name is Chammy." Once their hands stopped touching Mirim clapped her hands three times. "Okay! Let's get started." The dance coach stretched her arms a bit. "What have you prepared for me toooooooday?" Asking in a energetic tone as she set her messenger bag down then got out a laptop. The instructor soon sat on the floor, legs crossed with the laptop in her lap. Chammy with absolute confidence said, "Bad Girl Good Girl by Missay." The teen then reached into her scarf, unzipping the hidden pocket there before pulling out a flashdrive. Chammy then tossed it towards the dance teacher who easily caught it. The clacking of laptop keys could be heard along with a few click right after that. "Okay! Got it." The instructor said before raising up 3 fingers. Mirim then mouthed out 1, 2, 3 before hitting play and the music could be heard. The teen started to dance to the music.
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Mirim clapped as Chammy exhaled, preventing herself from breathing hard for a long period of time. "Why did you choose that dance?" The dance instructor asked. "It had a leg extension in it." Chammy stated, then standing on one leg and lifting the other leg straight up in the air. The foot attached to the leg in the air was pointed, giving a more graceful look to the dance move. The teen set the leg back down to the floor. "Wow! You are flexible and I'm assuming from the way the muscles in your legs look plus that leg extension that you've been training for years?" The blue haired cosplayer stated, "Yes." Mirim continued, "I see and that from the way your legs look you have taken a class like ballet or lyrical or both before. Though from the way your belly looks you've also done a dance that uses belly moves such as hip-hop or bellydancing." Chammy nodded her head. "I've taken both ballet and lyrical. I've also taken hip-hop. Also when I was in the United States I was a cheerleader." Mirim nodded her head. "I see. Well then, we will first start off with stretches. Then I'll teach you a routine, okay?" "Okay!" Chammy nodded.
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Subject Post 22PostSubject: Re: Mansion Meeting (private)    Mansion Meeting (private)  - Page 3 EmptyFri Jul 25, 2014 7:35 pm






Moroi had finished wheeling himself up to the banister, barely tall enough in his seated state to peer over the high railing and down at her next evaluation. The dancing, as a whole, was something that filled him with a considerable amount of envy. Even if he wasn't beginning to harbor a crush he would never admit for the girl, he would have been entranced by her dance. As was...rather blatantly obvious from his condition, Moroi was not capable of moving the way she did, not without his Akagai or heavily utilizing his powers, and with the latter he could only maintain basic human function for a couple of hours. Certainly not enough time to fully learn to move the way she did. It was a rather strange combination of awestruck jealousy that Moroi was feeling at that moment as he slowly leaned back in his chair, watching the performance silently through the partitions. As he took in his new employee, the snippy little Italian woman, her singing coach and so far the only one of her coaches that seemed to even acknowledge Moroi's presence, closed the distance and took her spot, standing equally silently next to Moroi, watching her new charge. Moroi's voice was soft, pensive, and somewhat strained as he spoke, his eyes not leaving Chammy.

"Well, is she workable?"

To a normal person, they might not have noticed the shift in his voice. But this was not the first time he had employed this woman, someone had to teach him to speak like a normal human being and she was the one he hired, it was fortuitous that her skills were flexible, and she was one of the few people who did seem to get an accurate read on Moroi. She knew what the shift in tone meant. A knowing smile crept on to her face as she looked down at her employer as it slowly shifted back to the girl. The answer was yes, she had the talent, she had the drive, she had the natural beauty, the only question left that needed answering was if she had the luck. Regardless of how talented, driven, and attractive you were, a heavy element of luck was always, always required. She had already stumbled on to a lucky situation by catching Moroi's eye, but she also had to catch the eye of billions of people for her to serve Moroi's purposes, that question still had not been answered.

"Yes, she'll do. I would be careful though, Little Wareyasui. Relationships between manager and performer very, very rarely end well, and that's with normal people. Any attempt you made would be a train wreck before it even began."

It was imagined, certainly, but you could almost feel the temperature drop in the area around Moroi, his head slowly prying itself away from Chammy and fixing his rather terrifying stare on the italian woman once more. He knew, in some small part, that she was right, and that the aforementioned crush was probably an issue, but he certainly did not care for the woman scolding him for it, or even the fact that she could notice it. The stare was held for a few moments, really let the dread sink in. She had dealt with him since he was a small child, but even now she was rather frightened by that heterochromatic gaze. The boy struggled to maintain his "human" speech pattern as his eyes returned to Chammy, but when she demonstrated why she chose the dance and her flexibility with the leg raise, Moroi was not able to keep his focus.

"Idon'tthinkyouknowwhoyou'retalkingtowoman."

"Fine, robot boy, I'll talk put it in words you can understand. Don't attempt to mate with her, it's more trouble than it's worth."

She left soon after that comment and as Wine went in to her stretches and the routine Mirim had planned for her. Moroi continued to watch in silence, trying hard to shake off what the woman said, but he wasn't sure which part he was trying to shake off. The idea that he actually had feelings for this girl...or that those feelings would most likely not be reciprocated. It made sense, she was mobile, she was vibrant. He wasn't sure what common ground they would possibly have. She was right for other reasons as well, he shouldn't entertain these kinds of distractions anyway. Thirty minutes elapsed since they began learning the routine Mirim sought to teach, a soft sigh escaping Moroi as he felt the time turn to seven thirty in the evening. Rolling back up to the edge of the banister, Moroi looked back down on the pair, his voice now calmed back down and measured to normal human speech patterns.

"Time has elapsed, she has other duties to attend to now."






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Subject Post 23PostSubject: ...Where's the Kitchen?   Mansion Meeting (private)  - Page 3 EmptyMon Jul 28, 2014 10:15 pm

The routine Chammy was learning wasn't too difficult but it also certainly wasn't easy. Mirim stopped the teen at times when the dance coach asked her to show the choreography that the woman just taught her. During these periods Mirim would either ask Wine to change the position of her body parts to a certain way, stand right in front of her showing how she would like a certain move to look like or the coach would move the teen's body the correct way herself. The girl's dance coach made it very clear by her actions that when it came to choreography, she was very detailed. The teen never had a dance teacher as detailed as Mirim. Sure previous teacher's were detailed, but not at Mirim's level. It seemed like a lot of moves that Chammy did was corrected by Mirim.

Both the dance coach and her student didn't realize how much time had passed until Wareyasui said something. Mirim and Chammy were both surprised, the teen swore she even saw Mirim jump a bit. They were so absorbed into the lesson to even notice that he was there until he said something. How long was he there? The teen couldn't help but wonder. Mirim checked the time, nodding her head. "Wow." The woman the turned towards Wine, "There's still choreography to learn. We've only covered 54 seconds of it, we'll cover the rest over the next lessons. Once this choreography is fully learned you will then be tested before being given another piece to learn. Every now and then I want you to make your dances. Also, there will be times when I will bring dancers to dance with you." Mirim exhaled. "Well," she clapped. "That's it. Time for me to leave. I'm kind of a bit late for the next lesson." The dance coach gathered her stuff before heading out towards the door, waving goodbye to both Chammy and Wareyasui. The teen waved back.

Chammy turned towards Wareyasui. The girl knowing what was next for her to do, not even letting the thought of what will be coming next after that, enter her mind. "So, what would you like for dinner?" The teen paused, taking a step. "Just a warning, I'm not a 5 star chef." I'm more like a 2 star or 3 star chef. Wine thought, then laughing a bit when she came to the conclusion that she really didn't know. But....An idea appeared within the teen's mind. A girl like me could earn more fans through amazing cooking skills. "I'll do my best though." And try not to burn anything or poison you in someway. Chammy thought. Her eyes started to burn with confidence and fearlessness. I WON'T MESS THIS UP! The fire burned out soon though as she remembered what she said earlier.

~*~*~*~
Within the memory, Wine was still telling people to call her Wine instead of Champagne. Her hair wasn't the brunette color she has now, but the old gradient blue color she had. The teen's haircut was similar to the haircut she had now, beneath the blue wig that currently sat on her head. Though the girl lacked bangs. "Because I would do anything to be an idol." The young woman stated. "Oh, I know that many people say the would do anything, but what sets me apart from those people is that I would really do anything." Her eyes were serious, the Wine meant what she said. "If you make me an idol I'll do anything that you want me to do."
~*~*~*~

So out of my persona what I said earlier was pathetic! I mean this is the price I must pay in order to be an idol and I said I'll do anything. I really meant it too. I swear I won't say anything among those lines again! If I lose confidence for a second about being an assistant....I should be slapped. Chammy thought. The teen then decided to go towards the kitchen until she realized something then stopped. "Wareyasui-sama." The girl turned to face him. "....Where's the kitchen?"
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Subject Post 24PostSubject: Re: Mansion Meeting (private)    Mansion Meeting (private)  - Page 3 EmptyTue Jul 29, 2014 1:50 am






Moroi watched in silence as the dancing instructor made her way out, his guards apparently being much more adept at escorting people off the premises than preventing them from coming on. The boy wheeled himself on to the elevator and rode it back down to the ground floor of the mansion. This was going to be more tiring than he thought. He had built this mansion in such a secluded area to prevent people from being in his house. Yet, in barely over twenty-four hours, he had invited a girl to move in and had been funneling people to and fro with his house to give her what she wanted. He supposed he was just as pathetic as his sister told him he would be. She would not be told, of course, there was no reason to ever, at any point, let that shrew of a woman know she was right about anything whatsoever. Moroi trailed off in to a day dream about his sister and the rest of his family still sequestered at the Wareyasui Compound as he absentmindedly wheeled himself toward Chammy.

Her words broke him out of his reverie, snapping him from thoughts of his obnoxious sister and the family he adored back to...this reality. Moroi's multi-colored eyes scanned back across the room to Chammy, as she tentatively explained that he cookie skills were not exactly amazing. The boy's eyes narrowed at her apprehension, cooking was a quintessential skill in an assistant, at least in the context that he was using her. Before he could comment on her failings as an assistant, he saw that familiar vacant expression cross her face, entering in to her own day dream. The boy sighed, his fierce glare dropping as his hands went back to the wheels. He already knew what he question would be once she exited out of the day dream, humans were so damn predictable and slow. Wheeling past her and toward the kitchen, Moroi softly called after her, gently nudging his neck forward to signal her to follow him, his irritation mostly replaced with impatience.

"This way, Chammy. Let's go with a simple beef bowl for today, you'll find the necessary ingredients inside...and I think I'll watch for today. I'd rather be on hand to call the fire department should events proceed unfortunately."

Moroi finished wheeling himself in to the kitchen, rolling in to the corner and turning himself around, back to the aforementioned corner as he waited for her to file in behind him. Beef bowls, were, for the most part, incredibly simple and were something he would frequently go to himself, they were something that he could cook in under his allotted two hours of normal human functioning as well, so it was a win/win on both counts. If she couldn't manage this, then she was going to have trouble staying here. Strangely though, Moroi's thoughts were on something else and he wasn't exactly fond of the fact that his thoughts were on it. He would wait a few minutes, letting Champagne get herself acquainted to the room, before he spoke. He knew the answer to this question, he was anal retentive when it came to information and he had of course already done a very, very thorough background check in to everything about her, but he had no tactful way to lead in to this question. So he simply asked, the comment following being more of a hurried cover up than anything else.

"Do you have a mate? Er...boyfriend I mean. I...need...to know...in case complications arise from you staying here."

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Subject Post 25PostSubject: Revenge Gyudon   Mansion Meeting (private)  - Page 3 EmptyWed Jul 30, 2014 1:12 am

Chammy followed Wareyasui once she saw the signal for the teen to follow him. The girl only face palmed in her head. I'll definitely won't lose confidence again, ever. That way I won't hear anything like that from your mouth again. I won't be some burden. Wine thought. When they both finally came into the kitchen, Chammy's eyes followed Wareyasui as he went into a corner. The young woman decided to take a scrunchie from a hidden pocket within her scarf, tying up the long blue wig that was still resting on top of her head, covering the brunette hair. As she did this, Wine made a note to take the wig off later. Soon after, the girl moved towards the sink, washing her hands. Once the teen was done with that she didn't waste anytime, immediately going through the drawers, cabinets and the fridge within the kitchen until she got all the ingredients needed to make the beef bowl or really the kind of beef bowl Chammy was used to, gyudon. The ingredients she got was onion, beef, soy sauce, sugar, sake and grated ginger. Wine set all of this on the counter before getting bowls, knives, a pot, cutting board, a ring of measuring cups, a ring of measuring spoons and chopsticks putting these also on the counter plus the bowl that was set in the sink.

On one side of the counter was the ingredients, on the other was the silverware. Chammy looked at one side than the other before pulling the cutting board to her. Suddenly, remembering then that she needed rice for the beef bowl the girl didn't hesitate nor took the time to pause and show on her face that she had forgotten. Instead, Chammy played it off as if the young woman just had to put the cutting board in that spot before doing anything else. Immediately, the cosplayer went to go get the rice. Out of the corner of her blue eyes she could see the rice cooker plugged in. Sometimes, Chammy didn't like using the cooker but today was not one of those times. Carefully measuring the rice using one of the cups, she then poured it in the bowl within the sink. The cosplayer turned on the faucet and began to wash the rice. It was while the girl was still washing the rice when she heard Wareyasui ask a question. Chammy's first reaction was to laugh, but what had came out was a soft, muffled "ha". This is a random question and it's kind of late. I mean if you were so worried why didn't you ask that before? The cosplayer thought, still washing the rice. Turning off the faucet, she then began to drain the water from the rice.

"Ah, a boyfriend?" The cosplayer feigning an innocent tone as if she didn't understand the question. Though her tone soon turned serious. "From my point of view I don't have a boyfriend, but I do think there are some people that think differently." The cosplayer paused, taking the bowl of rice and putting it into the rice cooker before turning it on. "That's why I arrived at your doorstep in the first place. It was revenge for "taking" some girl's boyfriend." This time however Chammy couldn't help but laugh as she walked towards the cutting board. Within her now were feelings of annoyance and anger spreading throughout her entire body. The sound of Chammy's laughter could be described only as if the popular bitch at a high school laughed in the face of a poor nerd that had decided to confess to her.

"As if I wanted her boyfriend in the first place!" The teen was now thinly slicing some onions, she probably looked like a madwoman now with tears streaming down her face with an angry, mocking facial expression. Thanks to the cutting, the feelings within her soon calmed down, Chammy exhaled. "Apparently she found some of my cosplay pictures on his computer." A lot of my cosplay pictures on his computers and on a phone. The teen correcting herself in her mind, sighing soon as she began to thinly slice the piece of beef. "It probably is my fault for starting the whole thing...." The girl wiped off the tears that were still on her face with her arm then continuing, "I mean I did ask him for one little favor. There was this amazingly beautiful limited edition nail polish that I really really wanted like a month ago give or take." Explaining as she took a pot carried it over to the sink to put water in it then placing on top of the stove, putting in dashi and the sliced onion. Chammy turned on the stove. The teen stepped away from the stove then went to stand in front of the counter.

"An acquaintance told me he could easily get it for me and so I asked. I should've wondered why he didn't actually charge me for it and not assumed he was like another guy I know..." Suddenly realizing that she had made a mistake, Wine corrected herself. "Guys and girls I know that were nice enough to give me stuff for free." A memory soon popped into Chammy's head again, back to a week ago. Wine was chatting with her blonde haired friend, Eve down the hall when suddenly she could've swore she heard someone call her a 'slutty bikini bitch'. Of course, Chammy ignored it I mean she was right in the middle of a conversation with Eve plus the voice was quite muffled anyway. The cosplayer sucked in a breath. "I probably should've seen this coming too...." The teen then was in her own world. "I probably should've suspected something when I heard someone call me a 'slutty bikini bitch'." Getting out of her own world, the teen turned towards Wareyasui smiling. "But if it wasn't for her I wouldn't have met you. And lucky me, you're not some old and dull man, the exact opposite." The teen glanced back, now she was hearing the sounds of the ingredients she put in earlier boiling. The cosplayer took the soy sauce, sugar, sake and the measuring spoons. Setting them on a counter near the stove, one by one she measured each ingredient then added it to the boiling pot, making sure to lower the temperature down a bit.


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As was quickly becoming a trend, Moroi sat in silence as the girl spoke. Perhaps it was a repeating trend with the artistic parts of the human populace, but she did tend to ramble when she spoke. The ratio to words spoke between them was heavily in the woman's favor, but that in and of itself was a useful trait for gathering the attention of the populace. Attention was something that needed to be taken, forcibly if need be, and the need to completely dominate and own a conversation was a useful trait. People who "need" things are far more motivated to continue taking it than someone who simply "wants" it. It was why, thus far, he hadn't fully embraced her motivation for becoming an idol. He was willing to give her a chance, see where things went, and not entirely because he was attracted to her, but ultimately, he was not yet convinced by her desire. What Moroi wanted to hear was not how much she "wanted" to be an idol. He didn't give a damn about what she wanted. He cared far more that she "needed" to be an idol. That was a jump she was going to have to make if she wanted to last more than a week here.

Her words themselves were...well...interesting to say the least. Moroi was having a considerable amount of trouble following the teen drama that she was spewing. It was the part of attending the human construct of "high school" that Moroi had managed to entirely avoid. Not many people had any interest in the creepy cripple who wouldn't talk to anyone, outstanding academic performances doing little to aid that reputation, and as such he was spared the majority of the boyfriend stealing shenanigans that most of these children seemed to get caught up in. The word boyfriend itself was something he had only recently begun to grasp. Courting rituals were a thing his family were unfamiliar with. They took mates, forcibly at at times, without much romance being involved. Wareyasui did not have time for that, especially since mothers very rarely survived childbirth, he was born in to a very privileged situation simply because his mother managed to produce two offspring before expiring. Consequently, women in general were a somewhat foreign concept to Moroi, his sister being somewhat masculine in nature, and the courtly drama of highschool dating was even more alien to him. How does someone "steal" a boyfriend? Did she put him in a burlap sack and walk off with him? How would that be open to speculation, he had been to the school, they did have cameras. Surely there would be video evidence of these abductions.

Perhaps there was more typical "man" in him than he initially suspected. As soon as she began talking about nail polish, his mind rather quickly trailed off in to the many ways to potentially subdue a target physically stronger, place him in a sack, and then extract the target and the operative from the school grounds without being detected. It wasn't necessarily that he was ignoring her or that he wasn't interested, or anything of the sort, he was sure there was something to be gleaned from her randomly getting men and women to buy her things, being a pure whore was actually a rather good analogy for the business that she wanted to get in to. But just the knowledge that she was able and willing to use people in such a fashion was all Moroi needed to hear, the fact that she was using these powers of evil for nail polish was certainly not the exciting part of the story. What was more interesting about the situation was that tears were strolling down her face. Moroi's eyes tentatively followed hers as he noticed the tears rolling down her face. Her back turned away from him not long after as she finished her recount of her story. He was not sure what a "slutty bikini bitch" was. He would have to ask later. He was not sure why, but when she turned, this time with a smile on her face, his concern abated slightly. Not entirely, the mini-breakdown she seemed to have was slightly unsettling, but her flattery did have its intended effect, if only momentarily.

"I am sorry for your hardship, it must have been terribly difficult."

Moroi couldn't fully keep the dryness out of his voice, it was hard to feel bad for her because the girls were mean to her while he was stuck in a wheelchair and forced to rely on strange, albeit pretty, women who show up at his door from off the street. Moroi wheeled himself out of the corner and out in to the hall, angling himself toward the dining room before gently looking over his shoulder and back in to the room, his black and red eye the only one she could see from his position, which somewhat diminished the impact of the words to come, the demonic optic probably being more unsettling than soothing, but it would not be the first time the girl confused him with her interests.

"I will wait in the dining room, I imagine it should be done shortly. You will then explain to me what a "slutty bikini bitch" is and what function it serves."






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Subject Post 27PostSubject: The Functions of a Slutty Bikini Bitch   Mansion Meeting (private)  - Page 3 EmptyFri Aug 08, 2014 9:07 pm

Once Chammy turned from the stove she could see Wareyasui moving out into the hall. The girl tried not to stare at the one eye she could see but Wine could tell very soon that not staring at Wareyasui's eye or eyes was just a battle she couldn't win yet. Maybe after Chammy has been around him long enough she wouldn't get so amazed looking at them. The teen was at first surprised at what Wareyasui said but soon the surprise wore off. Especially since he mentioned the function that a slutty bikini bitch serves. Chammy bit her lip, doing her best not to chuckle. Don't do it Champagne. The young woman thought. "Okay!" The girl smiled before returning to cooking. The teen added in the sliced beef into the pot before stirring all the contents in the pot. The girl did this for awhile, that way the ingredients would be well mixed. Once she was done with that, the girl pulled up an alarm application from one of the controls on the stove, setting in the time until the food will be ready. The sixteen year old then pulled up one of the options on the applications, before typing in her cell phone number. That way, when the food was done, her phone would alert her. After that, Chammy decided to walk out of the kitchen it'll still be some time before the food was done.

Walking into the dining room, Champagne then decided to stand near Wareyasui before opening her mouth, "Slutty bikini bitch is suppose to be an insult. It's suppose to offend someone, like make them cry. I think that term is too weak for me to cry about." She explained. The teen paused, the cosplayer noticed that a few blue wig strands were out of place. Wine wasn't a huge fan of her cosplays having even one thing out of place, it needed to be good. The cosplayer was aiming to be an idol and she knew that being an amazing cosplayer could earn her fans from fandoms such as video games, comics and animations. Though the sixteen year old also enjoyed cosplay as a hobby. Wine also felt quite thankful for cosplay and even more so for certain character designs due to being able to express many things with just a few small and tight pieces of clothing. Carefully, the sixteen year old carefully put the blue wig hair strands back in place. "Besides, I rarely cry except when I chop onions." Chammy continued her statement. Soon after, the young woman was feeling curious. "Have you ever been insulted before Wareyasui-sama?"

While the teenager waited for him to respond, she decided to put on some chapstick on her lips. They were beginning to loose moisture. Champagne was not going to allow her lips to get chapped which will result in it messing up the entire look of her cosplay in the sixteen year old's opinion. Today the young woman chose to wear little make-up and more of her natural face. Chammy thought it'll be a good idea to have that style for awhile since that way a lot of her make-up would be packed already. Chammy took out a custom made chapstick from a region famous make-up company.

The chapstick was French 75 flavoured or how Chammy liked calling it, Soixante Quinze. The teen had the champagne cocktail tweaked a bit. Soixante Quinze still had Champagne, lemon juice and sugar flavorings to it, but she did take out the gin.The teen had gotten the chapstick along with two other customs that were also Champagne cocktail flavored without her parent's knowledge. The sixteen year old had a virgin version of French 75 at some party or gathering, whatever the fairly boring event was that her parents brought her to. It was called a French 25 that contained sugar, Peychaud's bitters, lemon and Dry Italian lemon soda. The girl thought it was so delicious that she just had to have some form of the actual French 75.

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Subject Post 28PostSubject: Re: Mansion Meeting (private)    Mansion Meeting (private)  - Page 3 EmptySat Aug 09, 2014 5:58 pm






Moroi slowly wheeled himself in to the empty, chairless spot at the head of the table. It was a strange practice that he had picked up from the humans, to sit the head of the household at a certain spot of a dinner table, an oddity even further exacerbated by the fact that he was completely alone in the house and being the head of an empty table didn't mean much, but it was a practice he found he rather enjoyed, surprisingly enough. He had spent the majority of his life fighting a crippling weakness, being put in a position of power, even if it was arbitrary and imaginary...and a power over an empty dinner table, was something that was strangely satisfying for Moroi, a sense of self-validation that logically looked idiotic and pointless. He was being frequently reminded today of just how similar he was to these hairless apes and he was not especially fond of that. Moroi's eyes were drawn to the rather expensive dinner table he had bought to satisfy that strangely human need for self-gratification, almost in a daze at his own pathetic, human, desires.

His pensive and somewhat self-deprecating reverie was broken as he heard Chammy make her way toward the room, his head slowly perking up and then immediately looking crest fallen when he noticed that she was coming completely empty-handed. Moroi had not realized just how hungry he actually was until right then and even though, logically, he knew the food was going to take more time to prepare, he couldn't help but feel hopeful that Wine had some magically induced speed cooking abilities. That was the kind of power that this world desperately needed after all. The crest fallen look slowly shifted in to one of marginal disbelief and skepticism. Why HAD she come out here if the food wasn't done? This did not seem to even sort of be proper cooking ettiquette. Did humans frequently just leave the kitchen while the meals were being made? What if a burglar came in and swiped HIS food, Moroi wouldn't stand for it. Before he could go on his tirade about ensuring the sanctity of his dinner, the girl began speaking. Her words did not make much more sense this time around either. Moroi knew what a bikini was, and he knew what a "slut" was, his issue was more in a lack of understanding as to how that was an insult. Perhaps it was from a lack of understanding of human social and courtship norms, but being physically attractive to effectively mate with multiple partners while wearing a bathing suit did not sound like an insult. If anything it sounded like a compliment. Was that not the ultimate point? How confusing humans were.

The question that came after the explanation caught Moroi slightly off guard, his eyes questioningly scanning up to the girl's face as she began to spend an inordinate amount of time and attention to adding moisture to her lips. It seemed like an obvious question. Moroi was a boy in a wheelchair with funny looking eyes who attended a human school for the better part of the last two years. Did that question really need asking? Of course he was insulted. And that was only in the context that Chammy would understand. Moroi suffered countless insults with every breath he took. His entire family being forced in to the lives of cripples despite being far and away humanity's betters was an insult every waking moment of his life. The human species as a whole was an insult to him. The hairless apes were given a very rude awakening whenever the spiritual world descended upon them and his family had to deal with the insignificant cretins for longer than that. Not to mention that, on the whole, the Wareyasui needed the humans...and even, anatomically, "were" human. That might be the most frustrating and insulting thing of all, and he even constantly insulted himself by being attracted to such a "lesser" being. If his sister found out, he'd never hear the end of it.

That was not the first thing Moroi's skeptical attention was drawn to however and he wasn't sure why she paid so much attention to it, but Moroi's focus was initially diverted to the woman's lips. He was not entirely sure why the girl needed to spend so much attention on moistening her lips, it didn't make a whole lot of sense to the boy, lips did not require that much attention. Perhaps there was a genetic defect? Even then, Moroi wasn't spending an inordinate amount of time talking about the awkward curvature of his spine or the admittedly remarkable tautness of his buttocks. Consequently, the girl's behavior was strange to him, very strange. Then Moroi was stopped in his tracks. he remembered reading about this phenomenon before, it was in one of the small pamphlets that the human's called magazines that he was studying to learn how to blend in to human culture. The tagline was the "ten ways to know if your woman..." something or other, but the attention she was devoting to her lips in close proximity to her body was one of the signs that they were looking for a kiss. Which made no sense to Moroi, their time together did not indicate anything of the sort, so rationally she probably just had a lip fixation, but he couldn't help but feel a bit of heat rising to his face as he desperately tried to get back on target, to the question that was infinitely less embarrassing that he needed to answer.

"It has happened before, yes. There are a plethora of insults for crippled people who threaten the "strength" of the healthy."






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Subject Post 29PostSubject: Re: Mansion Meeting (private)    Mansion Meeting (private)  - Page 3 EmptyTue Aug 12, 2014 5:46 pm

Champagne felt a bit surprised at Wareyasui's answer. Click, the cap of the teen's chapstick went when she put it back on top of the chapstick. It was usually a soft click but this time it was strangely louder than usually. Just her eyes looked down at the chapstick. What the... She thought then moved on quickly to putting the chapstick back into the hidden pocket of the scarf. The sixteen year old couldn't help but just having to check how she looked and so immediately, Chammy pulled out a compact mirror from her scarf. After taking a few seconds of looking she exhaled. "Perfect." The teen stated softly as she put the mirror back. Wine looked into Wareyasui's eyes. "That's terrible." She sighed. "Sounds like nothing has changed in the world at all. I can't tell if there's a lot of narrowed minded people or if people are really just that slow."

A thought appeared into Chammy's mind. "I'll be surprised if anyone tries to insult you now..." The girl then walked over to the other side of Wareyasui, she leaned towards him before gently placing one hand on one of his shoulders and the other hand on the other shoulder. "I mean you do have such a pretty girl that's willing to do anything for you now." Honestly, Champagne was getting bored now. Cooking just took way too long in her opinion. The teen didn't even care at that moment just how close her face was to Wareyasui. "I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?" Asking in a lower volume then before but not even waiting for an answer she just said what came to her mind. "I think now is the best time to get used to me touching you. Especially since I'll be giving you a bath later." At this point Chammy didn't even realize exactly what she just said. Very soon after, the alert tone of the girl's phone went off. She instantly stood up straighter, her hands leaving Wareyasui's shoulders during this action, then walked at a fast pace towards the kitchen.

It was the moment when she stood in front of the stove when the teen finally realized the weight of her words. As if the words had come into reality and hit her body, the girl sharply exhaled. "This is going to be interesting." The teen said in a low volume and playful tone, as she turned off the stove. Champagne walked to the two bowls before picking them both up then taking them to where the rice cooker was. The sixteen year old took out another spoon, using this spoon to scoop the rice out of the rice cooker and putting it into both bowls. From there Chammy went over to the stove, pouring in the sauce and meat mixture on top of the rice for both bowls. Then as a little garnish, Champagne added the grated ginger. The beef bowl was completed. Wine sighed. Finally!

"Now I just need to get the utensils." Softly stating as she walked over to one of the drawers to get one. It was then that the young woman realized she didn't know which utensils to choose. For a few seconds she just looked at the bowls nearby on the stove, the drawer, the bowl and the drawer repeating this cycle a few times. Chammy finally came to the conclusion to just get both chopsticks and forks, the teenager didn't think about getting out the knives since she had already cut everything up into bite sized pieces. Closing the drawer, another idea popped into Chammy's mind before the young woman went to pull a tray from a cabinet. I refuse to risk ruining my appearance by struggling to carry these bowls and end up dropping them... Not even thinking about if the dishes would get broken. With a tiny clink noise, Chammy put the utensils on the tray before walking over to the bowls and putting those on the tray also. The girl decided to walk a bit faster but not too fast. Champagne didn't want to keep Wareyasui waiting for too long.

Once she stepped into the dinning room, Wine immediately announced. "It's ready." Before walking over to Wareyasui. The girl gently set the bowl and utensils down in front of him. "It's still hot, so be careful Wareyasui-sama." As she continued to move, Champagne thought for a moment that she was pretty good in this kind of role. The teenager was definitely trying her hardest plus being as kind and sweet as she possibly could. Champagne wasn't going to let something like her current job keep her from being an idol. The sixteen year old was very determined to be 'one hell of an assistant.' In fact, one of the very best just to make it so her dreams with very few or no doubts could be obtained. Not wanting to take up anymore time she walked to a chair that was spaces away from him, setting down her own food and utensils. The teenager then set the tray on what looked like to the teen, a waiter's cart with a table cloth. Chammy walked back to the spot she chosen before sitting down. The girl wasn't too sure how things exactly worked in this mansion. Though the teen did hope she wasn't being rude by just sitting down since in certain wealthy households someone that's on a lower status then the head must stand up, not touch their food until they are signaled to sit down and eat. This was a very old fashioned way of doing things. In Champagne's opinion having to stand and wait for someone else to tell her when it was okay for her to eat, it was annoying to her.

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Moroi wasn't sure if she really understood what he meant when he explained how he was insulted. He wasn't talking about physical strength, but in terms of competency. It wasn't so much narrow mindedness, it was pride. It is human nature to be unable to accept losing, to fight against the very notion of defeat. Every human was simply hardwired that way, it was an instinctual behavior designed to survive. Before the modern conveniences of technology, losing meant dying...or at the very least severely diminished chances of producing acceptable progeny. It wasn't really their fault per say, humans in general were simply a product of evolutionary tendencies and the tendency to resist losing was natural. What made humans unique among the animal kingdom however, was that they were capable of deeper emotions, like pride. An animal only sees two outcomes, winning and losing. But when pride is thrown in to the mix, there are suddenly several. Even if they were more competent than Moroi, they only beat a cripple, they were expected to win, but if they lose, then all pride they had would be immediately emasculated. In a lot of ways, humanity would be much better off if they were more like the petty animals surrounding them. Being able to separate when emotion was useful and when it wasn't was why the Wareyasui were evolved, superior...better than the humans.

At least that was what Moroi kept telling himself. The boy was having a lot of trouble differentiating when emotion was useful and when it wasn't when he was around Chammy. He frequently found himself staring at places he shouldn't be and for much longer than he should. It was infuriating. Recently though, he had managed to restrict his vision to more appropriate things, mostly...and then, like clock work, she instantly made any progress he made evaporate. It caught Moroi off guard, completely. The boy had spent the better part of the last fifteen minutes staring intensively at the patterns on the floor in a concerted effort to not stare at Chammy and he was not at all ready for the contact. Moroi's head snapped to attention as her hands were laid on his shoulders and she leaned forward, his eyes quickly moving to meet hers. His first instinct was outrage. He was not exactly a task master when it came to his treatment of his employees, a fact that she would see later, but touching him without him expressly telling her so was going far too far. That outrage was short lived however when a different reddening quickly flushed to his face. He realized just how close to him she was and...well...he wasn't ready. The boy sat still in a stunned, flustered daze as she spoke, his brain really only registering the suggestive nature of her words, barely acknowledging that she asked him a question. And then seemingly as soon as it started, a noise blared and the girl pranced off. It took Moroi a couple moments to break out of the trance and, most importantly, remember to breathe as a soft, frightened, and breathless word left him to answer her question once she was well out of ear shot.

"No..."

The daze wasn't fully broken though, as Moroi's eyes still stayed somewhat transfixed on the spot where her eyes were moments before, only really coming to as the girl returned and started setting the table, the crashing noise of the dishes breaking him from his reverie long enough to come back to reality. He would not have cared if Chammy sat down at the table without his bidding, he wasn't so callous that he needed her to wait for his permission on everything and being allowed to sit down for the meal she made seemed certainly fair, but Moroi barely even noticed she sat down, his normally lightning fast brain still struggling to catch up. He only barely registered that the food was hot. He managed to give her a small smile and a nod, indicating that she was allowed to eat whenever she desired to as his attention shifted to the utensils she brought for him. He wasn't sure if she was being thoughtful or if she was simply covering all of her bases, but bringing both kinds was a surprisingly considerate thing, a considerate thing Moroi was loathe to need. The boy's hands hovered toward the chop sticks for a moment, as if trying to force himself to go for them, before he resigned to his fate and grasped the fork. With his condition, his fingers simply did not have the dexterity needed to adequately work chopsticks. Without the Naisei, he'd be forced to operate them like a cave man, and that technique had limited use, he much preferred to save it for something more important.

"This is acceptable, Chammy. Thank you."

They had eaten in silence a long while before that comment, Moroi taking some time to remember how to speak. He couldn't actually say it was good though. Not because it wasn't good, it was, but Moroi found that in order to make employees work their hardest, you had to find that sweet spot between compliment and disapproval, needed to encourage but not placate. He had no idea if he hit that threshold, but if his mental picture of Wine was accurate, he most likely did not have to try especially hard to hit that middle ground. Moroi treaded carefully with his next words. He wasn't sure quite what his opinion of the situation was, but as he was beginning to see the bottom of his bowl, Moroi figured he was running out of time. With a soft clear of his throat, Moroi turned his eyes back to the girl after finishing what remained of his meal, slowly wheeling himself back and away from the table and...for the first time that he could even vaguely remember, Moroi displayed an emotion he did not realize he was capable of, shyness, he couldn't even maintain human speech through the whole thing.

"I'm going to go handle the bath...you don't need to help if you don't want to...itshouldbefineIcanhandleit."






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