Priscilla "Priss" Sonoma Asagiri (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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outer_divide2014-07-13 12:00 am
burning_highway) wrote in outer_divide2014-07-13 12:00 am
[Video] Oh my, feels just like I don't try. [Sunday morning, Week 66]
[Priss says nothing at all for a very long, drawn out moment, just staring at the camera like it might bite her... or like she might bite it. It's wariness from someone whose fight or flight instincts are most assuredly 'fight'. But this isn't the puzzled stare of someone unfamiliar with technology; she's framed perfectly, lit marvelously, and there isn't a trace of confusion in her sharp, unfriendly stare. She's found jeans, boots, and a t-shirt somewhere, all of which are too large for her, and she's sitting on the ground, leaning back against a wall. The camera is propped up on something; her hands are visible, bruised almost black.]
Hello, Poseidon.
[Her expression sours briefly at the unfamiliar word, like she doesn't like the taste of it; the pronunciation is a bit wonky, with the language barrier, though not so wonky that the communicators have any problem subtitling the translation. Priss looks away from the camera, possibly figuring out what to say. When she looks back again, it's with a slight, one-shouldered shrug under the loose shirt.]
Any of you any good on guitar?
[Probably not the expected question from a new face, that. She draws one leg up, bent sharply at the knee, one of her arms draped over it. There are many scabbed-over circular puncture wounds visible where her loose t-shirt leaves her arms bare. Several are stitched shut, where scabbing alone couldn't cut it, and much of the rest of her visible skin is a canvas of severe bruising from the jaw down. She looks like someone who should be in a hospital, honestly. But good luck making her stay in one.]
I guess I could use a drummer now, too.
[A soft snort, and Priss glances up at the sky before looking at the camera again.]
...But you gotta be good, or you're not worth my time.
Hello, Poseidon.
[Her expression sours briefly at the unfamiliar word, like she doesn't like the taste of it; the pronunciation is a bit wonky, with the language barrier, though not so wonky that the communicators have any problem subtitling the translation. Priss looks away from the camera, possibly figuring out what to say. When she looks back again, it's with a slight, one-shouldered shrug under the loose shirt.]
Any of you any good on guitar?
[Probably not the expected question from a new face, that. She draws one leg up, bent sharply at the knee, one of her arms draped over it. There are many scabbed-over circular puncture wounds visible where her loose t-shirt leaves her arms bare. Several are stitched shut, where scabbing alone couldn't cut it, and much of the rest of her visible skin is a canvas of severe bruising from the jaw down. She looks like someone who should be in a hospital, honestly. But good luck making her stay in one.]
I guess I could use a drummer now, too.
[A soft snort, and Priss glances up at the sky before looking at the camera again.]
...But you gotta be good, or you're not worth my time.
boy's from a musical :)
yeah XD
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[Well, it's not shocking to run into someone who doesn't know musical notation. She mostly did gigs in the rough parts of Megatokyo, after all; not the most high-brow of circles.]
I could teach you how, I suppose. For a fee, of course.
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Why were you looking for musicians?
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[Whether she's come to grips with this being another world or not, she'd be stuck for now even if this was some weird foreign area on her Earth.]
Thinking about starting another band, at least until I meet back up with my guys.
It's like the one skill I have that could pay rent, or something.
[Not that she went unpaid as a mercenary vigilante, but Priss isn't advertising her other skills.]
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[Priss' expression sours for a moment.]
Of course, no one here knows my stuff, so I have no rep. Haven't had to deal with that problem since I was a kid.
[And putting on the blond wig and skin-baring getup of her earlier years to help spark interest wasn't an option, anymore.]
But whatever, not like it takes much. [To feed and house her, that is.] What do you mean, 'this time'?
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[Where has Priss been since she arrived? Even she's not sure; it's all a bit muddled. She's likely been bumming it, but that's familiar enough. And avoiding cops is second nature to the Knight.]
I haven't been awake much since I got here, frankly.
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I missed much when I was asleep on the ship.
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[Priss has been in the vigilante game for long enough -- over a decade! -- to know better than to ask a bunch of questions about such things over a comm. So she just absorbs that, and drops it.]
Sounds like you've made something of a hobby of it.
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[Priss hasn't all-out admitted to not having been in the ship yet, but her startled question is as good as admission.]
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[He thinks about her reaction.] You haven't seen it, have you? The inside of the ship, I mean. You cannot miss those devices.
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[Cagey, always cagey.]
Would that be a problem?
[For all she knows, maybe those cops she's been dodging take extra issue to you if you weren't trapped in there.]
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[Those who try to look after Priss, tend to die.]
'Sides, I'm not keen on being anybody's anything.
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How--no, that is too intrusive for the network.
If I hear of work like that or other musicians, I will tell you.
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I appreciate it. Thanks for keeping an ear out.
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