Adalinda Calista Brown } Tʜᴇ Eᴜʀᴏᴘᴇᴀɴ Sɪʀᴇɴ (
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01 CON ● ACTION ● SIX OF DIAMONDS
( Ever since Adalinda arrived here, she's mostly staying out of sight and keeping to herself -- keeping away from people. If anyone attempted to talk to her up to this point or noticed her hovering close to them while they spoke to someone, she'll feign needing to be somewhere else and get the hell out of there before she can be confronted.
Until she gets her bearings and knows she won't lose her cool at the sight of anything/anyone/whatever, she needs to be by herself and think over the events that lead up to this. Because seriously! Wings on her back? This fancy journal machine... thing that seems to be able to contact others after she carefully inspected it? This sure as hell isn't Germany.
She finally comes to the conclusion that this isn't some sort of elaborate scheme hatched out by the Woman or this is some sort of dying dream she's having. Good for her? Bad for her? Who knows. All she's certain of is that there's a lot of places to explore but sticks to the buildings and houses and you know. Signs of life in this place. Seeing how she's possibly the only member in the Doe gang to be here, she can't afford risking the possibility of getting in trouble until her friends arrived to get her. One way or another. )
I suppose I have to make the most out of this until James or Josie get me out of this mess. Hell, I'll take up Jacob's help if it means getting nagged by him. First things first...
( She gives a distasteful look at her new outfit. One thing she cannot abide is being stuck with the clothes she finds herself wearing and careful inspection of the place she woke up this morning reveals no signs of her original outfit.
So rain or not she'll be heading to the Clothing Shop to find something nicer to wear and then check out the Welcome Center after hearing about it here and there. For now she'll duck into buildings or go closer to houses in a subtle attempt to inspect them, scout them out. She's no Point Person but she reckons she can pick up a thing or two from what she may 'accidentally' see or 'overhear'.
That and the rain was annoying to deal with how it made her hair get so matted and tangled and she wanted as much shelter from the weather as possible until she got to her destinations. She has a feeling this place doesn't have her brand of hair products. Great. )
Until she gets her bearings and knows she won't lose her cool at the sight of anything/anyone/whatever, she needs to be by herself and think over the events that lead up to this. Because seriously! Wings on her back? This fancy journal machine... thing that seems to be able to contact others after she carefully inspected it? This sure as hell isn't Germany.
She finally comes to the conclusion that this isn't some sort of elaborate scheme hatched out by the Woman or this is some sort of dying dream she's having. Good for her? Bad for her? Who knows. All she's certain of is that there's a lot of places to explore but sticks to the buildings and houses and you know. Signs of life in this place. Seeing how she's possibly the only member in the Doe gang to be here, she can't afford risking the possibility of getting in trouble until her friends arrived to get her. One way or another. )
I suppose I have to make the most out of this until James or Josie get me out of this mess. Hell, I'll take up Jacob's help if it means getting nagged by him. First things first...
( She gives a distasteful look at her new outfit. One thing she cannot abide is being stuck with the clothes she finds herself wearing and careful inspection of the place she woke up this morning reveals no signs of her original outfit.
So rain or not she'll be heading to the Clothing Shop to find something nicer to wear and then check out the Welcome Center after hearing about it here and there. For now she'll duck into buildings or go closer to houses in a subtle attempt to inspect them, scout them out. She's no Point Person but she reckons she can pick up a thing or two from what she may 'accidentally' see or 'overhear'.
That and the rain was annoying to deal with how it made her hair get so matted and tangled and she wanted as much shelter from the weather as possible until she got to her destinations. She has a feeling this place doesn't have her brand of hair products. Great. )
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It might be but I always enjoyed more when it came to hearing stories and recollections from others! ( Plus asking questions always had that risk of hitting a wrong nerve if a sensitive topic was brought up, unwillingly or not, which was something Addie wanted to avoid for now. ) People always seem to have these fascinating lives I can only dream of back home.
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[Shrugging, Saori began]
I am four-hundred and seventy two years old, and I am a Myojin of summer storms. The weather of Kyushu is mine by right to command. In your tongue, I suppose that would translate to a god, yes?
[She pauses, waiting for the inevitable disbelief or shock...]
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( Of course there's disbelief and it shows in an arch of her eyebrow, the sudden tilt to her head. A god(dess) of summer storms who is over four hundred years old? Really? She knows she looks young but she sure as hell isn't dum-- Wait.
She remembers she has wings on her back and is in a place that apparently pokes into the heads/bodies of people for amusement when not tossing them into a fight now and then. If she can find herself believing that from one guy and what she's overheard the past few days, she can make herself believe these claims.
Besides if she is lying about it for whatever reasons she's got, Addie can't exactly call her out on it. Pot and kettle situation. So she settles with confusion and proper amount of awe. )
That is amazing! See! I told you so when it comes to people living more amazing lives than I. You're the proof of that with how you can control storms while I'm just an exchange student who has never even seen Japan before.
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Don't say that. Mortal lives are no less amazing. Now it's your turn. Tell me something about you.
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I suppose that's true for some people, of course! But definitely not me. ( Stick to her usual story? Stick to her usual story. ) I'm an only child. My mother was a seamstress. We didn't have a lot of money so I often stayed with my grand-mère who was the one who taught me how to make simple dresses and blouses at the age of twelve. I suppose I can say she is why I wish to be the next Rose Bertin.
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[The rest of that all made sense, and was probably an oversimplification but...that stood out.]
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Rose Bertin was the first fashion designer to be celebrated. Her dresses were elaborate and beautiful, attracting the influential nobleladies of the Versailles, the royal courts. She can be credited as to why fashion is so important to the image of a person where I am from. ( She clasps her hands together, pressing them against her chest like she is tryng to steady herself from fainting. ) It was said she was so influential with the last Queen of France that the Queen listened to her opinions more importantly than her own advisers.
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[Fashion and clothing weren't half so interesting as all that, but...if this woman had such a strong inflluence on her culture, it was intriguing all the same]
That's...interesting. Does anyone know why?
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What better way than dressing more lavishly than they ever could? Rose Bertin's fashion was new and innovative at the time while it was chic and dazzling, something the indulgent Queen of France adored. ( She sadly died for her impulsive buys but it was the price of beauty, wasn't it? It's how she saw it at the very least. ) And when the Queen favors you, you can expect her followers to flock in too or spread another good word of your work. She can be credit for haute couture to attention in France.
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I suppose that's so, yes. So you are a fashion designer?
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I want to be. I was studying to be one before...
( She gestures to the both of them and then at her wings. ) I was brought here. It certainly puts my plans of attending Central Saint Martins on hold.
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She has the decency to look embarrassed at least for how loud it is. ) Like how I think it'll be a relief to start eating soon if I can say so ever boldly. I forgot to eat in the technical yesterday from where I am. So simply famished!