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[sarkazm]

What, this wasn't first on your list of priorities?

[she waves a hand, tail flicking-]

Beats me. I can think of a few things I'd rather have had... but it's not so bad.

[rippled]

Perhaps, but...

[ hm... ]

It is for relaxation, right?

[sarkazm]

Basically.

[she's heading for the hair and makeup side.]

Oh, good, I needed to re-do these.

[rippled]

Oh? Cosmetics.

[ they follow along after her, curious. ]

[sarkazm]

I guess dying chipped my nail polish.

[ugh. TERRIBLE. time to check the nail stuff.]

[rippled]

Ah, how terrible.

[ probably.

they still follow along. ]

You wear it a lot?

[sarkazm]

All the time.

[she lifts a hand, flashing her red nails.]

Not like I've got too much else to do once my part of a job's done... besides, it really pisses people off.

[hard to say if this is joking or not.]

[rippled]

Oh, I see!

[ they are not sure what to even ask about first. ]

What sort of job?

[sarkazm]

I run a merc squad, but lately? Elite ops. Artillery and explosives.

[rippled]

[ this is fascinating. ]

What sort of things do you do with that? War?

[sarkazm]

A little war, a little insurrection, a little whatever I feel like? Same difference!

[rippled]

[ they just nod. ]

Were you in one of those jobs before you came here?

[sarkazm]

More or less. Pretty embarrassing to live that long and just get unlucky...

[rippled]

... well, unfortunately a lot of great people have died simply due to bad luck.

[ that's life.

they pick up blue nail polish and look at her curiously. ]

[sarkazm]

Still beats some of the alternatives.

[hmm. she considers the blue polish, picking up a red that matches her current color.]

...whatever, there's nothing else to do in this place anyway. Sit!

[pointing to a table or something

cmon we're doing your nails]

[rippled]

[ !!!!




sits dutifully. ]

[sarkazm]

[oh good, she likes this one already.

wiš'adel gestures for them to set their hands palm down on the table, uncapping the blue polish.]

So. What kind of work do you get up to?

[rippled]

[ they lay their hand out. ]

I guess for a 'job' I was helping a friend with his work... but primarily we were in a competition together against other duos. I was in the middle of that when I died.

[sarkazm]

Ended up on a losing team, huh. Sucks for you.

[starting on the first layer... she's not bad at it. the dexterity it takes to build explosives comes in handy.]

A competition for what?

[rippled]

Mm...

[ they watch her work. ]

It was for an all-powerful wish.

[sarkazm]

[a wish, huh... she doesn't look up from their nails, but her tail flicks.]

So what were you wishing for?

[rippled]

... I don't even know. I don't remember it.

[ they just smile. ]

But I was assigned a partner, so I was just going to try to support his wish and see if my memory came back.

[sarkazm]

Great, another amnesiac.

[ughhhh. she rolls her eyes, going right back to painting.]

And if it didn't? Were you just gonna wish for your memory back? [a hum, before she flashes them a toothy little grin.] Imagine that. Needing to use the wish to remember what you were wishing for in the first place... at that point, you're just fucked.

[rippled]

No, nothing like that. It's not like I lost my full memory. I know who I am and what has happened to me.

[ they frown. ]

I would just have to find a new wish, that's all.

[sarkazm]

So if you still know all of that... who are you, then.