A Tisket, a Tasket, A Nickel in the Basket [o]

Tue Dec 27, 2022 6:18 am

Mission:

Potential Rewards

Ryo 2000 x 4 x 2(BL) + (15,000 x 4) = 76,000
Tickets 500 x 4 = 2000 Tickets

Remika had found herself waking to the sounds of hysterical screaming coming from the streets below her window, the morning light seeping through the thin fabric covering it; noting that the room she was renting was certainly not sound proof, she gathered herself up, slipping on a similar red dress she had placed on herself just hours before, having only worn it for a short period of time, and not wanting her money to go to waste, she would wear it for the remainder of the day, before purchasing something new. She made her way towards the window, watching a meltdown of a child that she figured was within his earlier years, surely by the fit, she figured he was around 6 or 7. A small sigh as she watched the frayed mother attempting to coo her child out of his fit, while bystanders just gawked towards them, making whispers – and rude comments… Remika didn’t know much about motherhood – she had yet to be blessed by Jashin for that, though she was sure her time would come soon enough; she wanted to help, the emptiness in her gut made her feel as if helping would perhaps… Fill it, somehow.

Remika would open the window, wrapping the cloak around her neck once again before taking a step out of the window, plummeting towards the ground with a soft ‘thud’, the cap floating to the ground, almost as if she was some super-hero. A small giggle would escape the womans’ lips as the on lookers attentions had now turned to the pure blooded Kyuketsuki before them. She would stand, smoothing her motions out as she made her way towards the now silent child, Remika would smile towards the mother; her red eyes gleaming towards her and the child, “Is everything alright, Miss?” Her voice was like a soft melody, a song first thing in the morning to sooth the nerves of any creature around her, quickly the attention she had drawn would die down, the gawkers moved along, as Remika would continue her conversation with the woman before her, her eyes scanning for anymore who would dare to give another dirty look.

The woman would explain her situation, the strain in her voice was… heartbreaking, she had three young sons, her youngest being the one with her in the moment – she had gone to five shops, looking for some… toy? Remika wasn’t entirely sure what it was – as she never kept up to date on children’s items. However, she took note of each item that the mother was unable to get; carefully listening to each word that came out of her mouth – she knew the devastation of being unable to get what she wanted – there certainly had been times that Remika could recall her brothers searching for specific items to satisfy their sister during fits of rage, especially during Remika’s younger years, during her blood lust stages of life… She was a fire cracker.

Remika smiled, her eyes glancing back towards the little boy, who still had a face full of tears, the red stains against his cheeks, between the sobs and cold weather, it was no good for them to continue to stay outside; she would knee down, whipping his face with the soft fabric of her cloak, “Don’t you worry. You take your momma home, and I’ll see you both soon. I promise.” She would state, her eyes returning to the mother as she stood back up – “I will get these items for you. No matter what, I will return to your home tonight, wait for me.” She would state, her eyes glancing back towards the child for a moment, the mother would gasp, hugging Remika as she thanked her, before walking off – she would turn, giving Remika the address, waving goodbye.

Now Remika stood alone in the middle of the street, glancing towards shops, and the humans walking the streets, she had no idea how she would find and acquire these items… Perhaps someone around her knew what they were, money was of no issue for the Kage, and to make a child happy would be more than enough reason to burn a village to the ground. As she glanced towards the crowds, searching for her answer; she would take a quick note, there were several different shinobi around, though Remika didn’t hold a headband, or any signification of her village, nor was she wearing a kage hat; no one would be able to tell that she, herself was also a Shinobi.

But she took note of the different symbols, trying to remember where they were from; before she spotted a woman, far larger than the rest around – her red eyes falling and staying upon her. A new target.

Post WC 790 // Total WC 790 // @Baliquis

Sat Dec 31, 2022 3:48 pm

She woke up to the morning fog coming off the courtyard pond and the shiver which came with a cold morning. Baliquis sat up and got out of bed with ease today before grabbing her lush robe of dark grey chiffon, long-sleeved hems, and the floor-length hems heavy with fist-sized thick garlands of faux fur dyed to match the color, pulling the robe about her and tying it at her navel with it's accompanying sash. The morning routine of greeting her two friends and wishing them a good day as they skittered out into the courtyard remained. The routine of taking a shower and washing her face remained. The routine of dressing in her everyday outfit remained. Her sanity? Slowly returning.

The morning was going well enough, and she had suspiciously had a good night of sleep the night before. As was expected of her, she led prayer in the tranquility room, but today was a bit different. It wasn't a particular change in scenery or the people coming in and out, asking to confess themselves and their 'sins' unto her. So she could pray over them and 'absolve' them of whatever they thought ailed them, and as spiritual as she was, there was a line.

There was a distinct difference between so many realms that when people came in here, they blurred and smudged the lines to think they would be forgiven. How she wanted to take the time to tell them the brutal, honest truth. "Not all sins are forgiven equally." How badly she wanted to scream it from the rafters, and the rooftops were between her and the Sage. You know what else was between her and the Sage? That she was growing wary and tired of being here. Of being 'in service to the people' that she couldn't be bothered with, honestly.

That was not what made today different; no, what made today different was that outside in the hallway opposite the doors to the tranquility room were two men. Not ordinary men but men usually used as guards, which was odd, but to Baliquis? It was an obvious sign that they were there with a purpose.

To Baliquis? They were there to ensure she was contained. The courtyard off of the massive Tranquility Room was the same one her chambers occupied, and the only way in and out of this area was through that very same room. And the only way to the rest of the temple was the doors from the tranquility room to the hallway that led to the rest of the temple. If she wanted to be proper about it. However, since her breakdown, her peers have been growing wary of her. Perhaps they had caught on that she kept sneaking out of the temple. Either way, when she had finished perhaps her sixth round of emptying ashtrays into her bucket, she went over to the hallway, and they came forward to meet her. "Coming to prayer as well, Brothers?" Bali asked, and they looked at each other nervously before looking back at her,

"No, Elder Baliquis-" "We were simply guarding the entrance." Another one said, and she narrowed her eyes. Watching them squirm and try to respectfully avoid eye contact.

"From those who come to pray or those who leave prayer?" She asked, and they didn't answer right away, but that's all she needed to know. They were absent for the visitors. They were there to keep her contained. "Move away from the doors." She ordered, and they obeyed by moving further down the hall- to now 'guard' the hallway leading to the tranquility room. Bastards.

That meant they intended to keep her from leaving today but luckily, Bali had always been open to being…agreeable. So it wasn't expected of her to sneak out as she had been doing. She looked at their backs stoically as her mind hissed with displeasure before she turned away and walked back to the main rack and set it behind there before she walked back towards her chambers and the courtyard. She proceeded to go to the end of the courtyard where the fence met the building wall and pushed at the boards she had been carefully loosening to make for an easy exit, pushing at them with a hand and forcing them to lift up from the bottom and raise just enough to let herself out with no damage to her clothes, before she stepped out and slowly shut them behind herself. Hence, they slid smoothly back into place. As if they never allowed her exit or entry in the first place. Did she have things and paperwork to do? Yes. Was she going to do them? Clearly fucking not as she happily snuck away, and by the time they realized they couldn't find her? She would be right back into place, a perfect figurine fixture in the dollhouse that was this temple and its decorative, red-pillared cage walls and ceilings. There were a few moments once she reached the closest civilian streets to find a puddle and purposely stepped her shoes into it to clean off the dirt and mud she had just traveled through before she looked around the streets and saw the aftermath of the mother calming her distraught child. Curious. Still, she made her way over to the commotion to see if it was something she could assist with and on her way as she could easily see over the other people with her natural born height (flavored with an additional two inches courtesy of her heels), she saw the long, black-haired woman. Her skin was also doll-like in the same manner as which Bali was a figure in the temple; a smooth complexion near flawless if not a bit pale. And vivid, piercing cherry-red irises- but meeting her eyes, Bali felt the same spark of connection and fascination she had with Rin not too long ago:

That mysterious thing called 'physical attraction' took a grip on her and she felt compelled to make her way even a bit more, but when she was within a couple meters of the small group, she saw the mother hug the woman and hand her a slip of paper, before turning and waving goodbye to this same woman- her upset child in tow behind her. However, out of all the things Bali could say, she smiled at the woman and said: "I don't suppose you need assistance?" Mentally, she would chide herself for not saying anything more fruitful or worthy.

[ WC: 1, 087 ][ TWC: 1,087 ]

The Robe:

Sun Jan 01, 2023 6:38 am

As Remika watched the woman she had planned on approaching, approach her instead; a sly internal smirk would be formed slowly within the woman's mind. She had planned on going towards her, seeking her out; it seemed that her prey had intended to become a predator. It was an entertaining thought, as the woman made her sleek movements, as the air hugged around the giantess’s curves, captivated the pure blood Kyuketsuki, she had often seen humans –ruggish and bored, plain looking. All within a distance of meters, pudgy and similar in side to another; it wasn’t often – however, that a human of stature like the one being present in front of Remika at this very moment, came around. As the woman finally made her final approach, landing in front of the Kyuketsuki, Remika could now take in the sheer size difference, Remi figured that the women had to be at the very least six feet tall, now – this was a normal height for males that Remika had been around; and even human males at that. But a woman being as giant as this; was something that Remika had been unfamiliar with, having been the last time she had seen one as big was nearly 80 years prior to this.

Remika would press her lips together tightly, the scent of the woman before her was sickeningly intoxicating, as Remika glanced up, hearing her words; without processing them first – the pure blood Kyuketsuki would reply; “Yes.” Simple, clean, one worded answer, as Remika gripped the paper in her hand, tightening her fingers against it as she continued to passively stare at the giantess in front of her. This woman could have challenged Remika to a battle, could have been robbing her, hell – at this point it could have been a request or demand of anything and Remika would have still said yes.

It wasn’t until after the words escaped her lips, her eyes glancing up to the woman's face that she fully registered what had occurred, she had inquired if Remika needed assistance. And she had already said yes. “I don’t suppose you know where we could... acquire these?” Remika questioned the other woman, lifting her arm upwards, holding out the small piece of nearly crumbled paper out.

Remika hadn’t realized how lost in thought she had become until she saw the poor condition of the paper, a small internal frown would form, Remika had got caught up in the beauty of the creature in front of her, having been shocked by it; as it wasn’t often these silly flesh bags brought any form of attraction out for her. It had certainly happened before, where Remika would find a human, and become attached.

Her brothers didn’t approve of the games that Remika would play, the idea of courting a human was dangerous for all; Remika had a habit of creating half breeds due to these attachments, yet – none of them would have been allowed to survive the first few days, usually being taken out by one of the other pure blood Kyuketsuki. A soft glance towards the on lookers, the woman before Remika stood almost a foot taller than her, it would certainly be a look to gawk upon, almost as if by height alone, this could have been Remika’s mother; but alas, Remika was truly the older one. Remika could have sired the beginning of this woman's line; had she had ever truly dabbled to far out.

But Remika was allowed her toys, her amusements. Of course these toys and amusements couldn’t possibly result in children, she had a duty to complete after all. Thought to the pure blood Kyuketsuki, it wasn’t a duty, it was something she welcomed into her life; after all – as long as it had been without preforming her duties, she was in no true rush. Nor were the others. They certainly had their fun, but when the time came to become serious and usher in the next generation, it would happen. But until then; she played, they played, sometimes playing together.

“I may have promised to acquire these... Toys, without premise.” Remika stated, unsure how the other female would respond towards the promise she had made, “I’m Remika... By the way.” Her eyes narrowed, waiting to learn the name of the giantess before her.

Post WC 718 // Total WC 1508 // @Baliquis

Sun Jan 01, 2023 9:54 pm

The woman was smaller than Baliquis was expecting, and that information only dawned on her when she got up close to the woman and stopped near her. It was kind of cute the way the woman stared up at her, and Bali couldn’t help but once again question that train of thought. Was this some of the aftermath of meeting Rin? Or were these lingering effects of whatever had afflicted her so that she thought this way about this new woman too?

“I don’t suppose you know where we could... acquire these?” The woman said and raised her arm to hold out the crumbled and trained piece of paper to Bali, who gently took it from her to keep the paper from having any more damage. It was a strange, heather grey monkey made of yarn with white-ended paws, a red pompom as a messy mop of hair, and red lips. What an odd toy, but it did look… soft, so she could understand how children could find some type of doll as a comfort item. Even if it looked so… strange and she felt a bit offended.

“I may have promised to acquire these…Toys, without premise.” The woman said, and her voice was… unique. It was soft and comforting but held with it an underlying firmness, like sandalwood. That's what it was. It ‘felt’ like sandalwood, “I’m Remika…by the way.” Oh, this was the part where they exchanged names. She smiled and lifted a hand to tuck a strand of gradient hair behind her ear,

“You may call my Baliquis.” Bali said and smirked, “I do not know, however- I am quite tall, so being able to see into the store windows and displays may be quite helpful to you.” She said with a smirk, then gave a precursory look over the shops near them and in the direction the mother went, “I see those shops may be empty-” She turned halfway to the north and nodded towards the shops, “Shall we check this way? I see a couple of sideway signs advertising this- toy.”

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The Toy:

Wed Jan 04, 2023 5:07 am

Remika smiled, the women before her was known as ‘Baliquis’, what an interesting name; unfamiliar even to the thousands of years old Kyuketsuki; who had heard what it had felt like, every name in the book at that point; as names began to blend and mould together with the lack of uniqueness in them. Remika’s name, though shortened over the years, had still remained unique. Untouched, mostly, by the human world. As the giantess would mention her own ability of height, it would nearly cause an abrupt fit of giggles, narrowly escaping Remika’s lips before she placed her right hand on them before they could end up escaping.

Her eye orbs scanning the woman one more time, before nodding softly, “Right. Then off we go... To find this strange... stuffed creature.” This would cause a small chuckle to leave the woman's’ full lips, the soft sound of the laugh chimed in the air as she walked in the direction that Bali had pointed out. The shuffling of bodies packed tightly together frustrated Remika, the closeness in proximity with humans was always something that she struggled with, since her last lapse of blood lust and heat; she had a difficult time being surrounded just as she was here; and not turning it into a blood bath.

Even if the woman didn’t feel hunger, the pounding heart beats, and various delicious smells were tempting enough to invite Remika to begin to feel, however she would keep herself composed, ensuring that she continued to remain calm as she pushed her way through the crowd; she hadn’t wanted to stand out more than she already had, let alone scare those; including the giantess that followed behind her. She could have easily weeded the crowd out by simply pulsating her chakra, a demonstration of her sheer power alone would be enough to cause the crowds to scatter.. Remika debated, playing and toying with the idea; lost in thought as she found herself being tossed towards the ground.

The thoughts inside of her head, having distracted her enough, she hadn’t seen the semi-large man that she had smacked into; sending her backwards, the man however felt her connect, as he slowly began to turn around a large grin across his face as Remika noticed him holding several bags, stuffed full with the toy they were seeking... Either his man was hording the toys... Or he happened to have a lot of children, and based off of his grotesque appearance and attitude from the shrill sound of his voice as he spoke, Remika guessed it was the latter.

“Oi, oi, oi.” The voice came from the man, the sand-papery sound shrieked through the air; his mucky brown eyes starred directly at Remika as she stared back; the grin on his face turned into something else as he starred at her, one from devious thoughts to straight hunger... Of course she could end the life of this fool, rip his throat out and throw his lifeless body in the dumpster where it belonged; but that would cause a scene... A Scene she didn’t need. At least not yet, “Little Lady. You better watch where your going, you gonna hurt yer self.” The man continued, as he began to kneel down, his tongue slipping slightly out of his mouth to lick his own lips. The sight of this disgusted Remika, and had she ate properly ‘food’ like these humans did; she would have emptied the contents of her stomach out on this man.

Post WC 584 // Total WC 2,092 // @Baliquis

Thu Jan 05, 2023 7:52 pm

It seemed that Bali mentioning her own height advantage seemed to entertain the more petite woman, who proceeded to erupt into a fit of giggling. Bali inwardly smirked at that, and it was a pleasing sound, watching the woman bring a hand up to her mouth to cover it. How cute. Oh…there it goes again, the absent thinking of attracting, similar to how those thoughts bubbled and swelled up when she was with Rin. “Right. Then off we go…To find this strange…stuffed creature.” The woman chuckled again and headed off in the direction Bali had mentioned moments earlier. Bali, however, busied herself with trying to look as far as she could and see inside shop windows or at least attempt to. If anything, it seemed to be harder to see them, but if she could see one in a window, her thought process was that they could at least know where to go next or last. Her thoughts and pace were interrupted when she noticed movement and looked down to catch a glimpse of Remika being sent backward. Bali instinctually moved just behind to use her body to block the other woman from falling and hurting herself. Thankfully if the other woman allowed it, she would have the unconventional cushioning of Bali’s bosom and body to help with the fall,

“Oi, oi, oi.” A voice arose with the vocabulary of precisely who the man turning around to look at Remika was- a fucking cur. He was a semi-large man but blessed with the misfortune of being caught between the two women’s heights. God had also given him a shrill, sand-papery, screechy voice and an unwelcomed, distorted countenance. Isn’t that funny how he worked for people he seemed to like the least despite ‘unparalleled equal love among his children’? And here was a picturesque creature that depicted literally everything the teachings didn’t warn the people about.

Baliquis wasn’t rude when she blanched momentarily at the hideous thing before her carrying several shopping bags of the toy they were looking for while he distractedly grinned at Remika- and licked his lips- she just wasn’t ready for the ugly bastard. “Little Lady. You better watch where your going, you gonna hurt yer self.” Baliquis muttered “ugh” as the man began to kneel down and close the distance between him and Remika. If the woman hadn’t caught herself and let Bali’s body take care of that for her, Baliquis would proceed to put her left hand on the smaller woman’s left shoulder, grey manicures nails gleaming mischievously and in full view of the man- for the moment- before Baliquis reached out with her right hand and extended her arm in the space above Remika’s right shoulder and to the right side of her head- then abruptly grab a handful of the man’s clothes before his collarbone and give a sharp twist to tighten the collar of the clothes and begin choking him,

“Why, Cousin Edward, there you are!” Bali said, and though she smiled politely, the words were venomous with irritation, “We couldn’t believe you got lost while shopping for the family.” She said and stepped to Remika’a right as she quickly scanned the street- and saw a nearby alleyway, then tugged him towards her and dragged him by the front of his shirt, making sure to talk over him when he tried to say something along the lines of, “I don’t know you, you big bitch-”

“I can’t believe you got lost when you’re the one who taught us the shopping street shortcut, Ed!” Baliquis said louder than his complaints and laughed as he struggled to keep up with her long-legged pace as she moved over to the alley, “Come on, come on, we’re already late because of you, Cousin, let’s go.” She said and looked back at Remika, subtly nodded toward the alley, then continued on, “You got way more toys than I asked for. You know what they say. God loves generosity.”

She was alright to babble on even if her through hurt, and as long as she could get him into the alley, his pathetic attempts to struggle didn’t matter either. The moment they crossed the threshold of the way between the two buildings which made this path- her face darkened, and she took perhaps another foot or two into the alley before letting his shirt go for a moment as she knelt down slightly. He was too bewildered to run, thankfully, and it made grabbing him by the clothed collar around his neck, flipping on her heels, and slamming him roughly into the wall in the shadows of the alley even easier. He gasped in pain, and Baliquis smiled darkly as she held him at eye level, “You’re kind of heavy, honestly. So if I drop you from here, you might hurt yourself, however-” She lifted him higher up the wall to where he was perhaps six and a half feet from the ground. His legs struggled to find anything but air as she continued, “BUT If I drop you from here, you’ll break a leg, I think.” She said in as close to a sing-song tone as she could get.

“I…I Can’t b-breathe.” She Baliquis pulled the clothing closer together, which only proceeded to choke him,

“You’ll be giving my friend here- the one you leered at- an apology.” The temple priestess said slowly and uncomfortably calmly, “Then? You’ll give me a couple of those ugly dolls that take after you.” He began to change color in his face as the cut off of air and circulation began to take hold, “Then I might let you break your legs instead of just letting you die by the easy out of asphyxiation, hm?” He managed a hand nod, and she pulled the fists full of clothing away from his throat, and he gasped for air,

“I-I’m sorry!” The man said, and Baliquis scowled,

“That’s not an apology. Again.” She said and the man panted as the rush of air began to return his coloring to normal,

“I’m sorry for leering at you-” “And being a creep.” “-A-And for being a creep! Y-you can take the toys-”

“Gifts are not taken; they are given.” Baliquis corrected, and he nodded as he began to tremble,

“I-I’ll give you the sock monkeys!”

[ WC: 1050 ][ TWC: 2,482 ]
@Remika

Mon Jan 09, 2023 12:57 am

Remika felt the soft tissue that enveloped her, quickly becoming aware that the giantess behind her used her body to soften the landing of her fall; the warmth that came from Remika’s current position was something of comfort, perhaps excitement. Though for the minor moments that Remika laid herself within Bali’s bosom, was all see needed – the giant woman would quickly switch her tactic, her words filled with venomous irritation as she grabbed a hold of the man’s clothes near his collarbone, twisting it as she lifted him only ever slightly, ‘Why, Cousin Edward, there you are!’ A small smirk, as Remika quickly understood what she was doing, following her as she continued to move across the street, bringing him into an empty alleyway,

From there, the situation developed rather quickly, something that Remika stood back and watched unfold; as the giantess was certainly more than able to take care of herself, within the need of the Kyuketsuki’s help. A small grin plastered across Remika’s face as she watched the woman work... She was rather... Vicious in her movements, teasing the man as a predator teases prey... This woman had without a doubt, caught Remika’s eye... Watching her carefully, the way the woman would slam him against the wall, slowly lifting him higher as she did so...

‘You’re kind of heavy, honestly’ Would cause the Kyuketsuki to give out a small giggle, her eyes narrowing as she found the way the woman spoke, something else entirely. Any normal person could look down this alleyway and simply think that two thugs were banging up someone... Of course this wasn’t the case, instead, it was a thug being beaten.

Remika found herself with a wide smile as Bali lifted the man to quite an extended height – ‘But if I drop you from here... You’ll break a leg, I think’ this would simply send Remika into hysterics, the laughter she had been suppressing for so long, finally burst-ed out. The woman listening as Bali demanded that he apologize – Remika would calm herself, waiting to see how the man would make his apology; which of course was a quick ‘I’m sorry’ as he was barely able to breath – of course this apology was not something that Bali liked, forcing him to do it again.

Remika, continuing to smirk as she watched Bali, his apology this time was a little better, offering a deeper thought of why he was in fact apologizing. ‘Gifts are not taken, they are given.’ Remika smiled towards Bali, the very truth behind that was more than amusing. Gifts were not taken, they were given... Even if a little force had to be used.

Remika would take this time to move towards the pair of them, taking the bag of sock monkeys, the red eyed woman would pluck out three, one for each boy – still having an abundance of them left over. Remika would smirk, “As our night is coming to it’s close, Bali. Perhaps you’ll accompany me to drop these three of to their new owners. And these left over toys, to the orphanage that I had seen. I’m sure the boys and girls there, would love them. Perhaps we can stop on the way, if we find any more shops open, and grab some clothes and other items for them before we call it a night.” She murmured, her eyes scanning the street from the alleyway, turning her head back to look towards Bali.

Remika had all the intention of returning for this man, and making him regret his actions towards the two women, draining him for a meal would suffice, ending his miserable insufficient life felt all more reasonable action. But now, she wasn’t so sure – Bali had given him quite the beating, even if it was only holding him against that wall and threatening to break his legs... Remika would take the next interactions between the two on how she would react towards him.

“Perhaps, this gentlemen would like to give a donation towards the orphanage as well, considering how much ryo he must have, being able to purchase all of these toys.” Remika motioned towards the bag, emptying his wallet would certainly only be the right thing to do, considering he had planned on robbing the economy and the children of this village in their Christmas joy. “After all, it is for the children.”

Post WC 728 // Total WC 2,820 // @Baliquis

Mon Jan 09, 2023 9:47 pm

Bali glanced over to see Remika going for one of the bags of toys and taking a few out, most likely for the woman she had been speaking with since Bali had been the one to approach her and offer to help Remika find the toy that the mother initially asked of her to find. As the man just hung there limp as a rag doll cat, she listened to Remika speak, “As our night is coming to it’s close, Bali. Perhaps you’ll accompany me to drop these three of to their new owners. And these left over toys, to the orphanage that I had seen. I’m sure the boys and girls there, would love them. Perhaps we can stop on the way, if we find any more shops open, and grab some clothes and other items for them before we call it a night.”

“Perhaps, this gentlemen would like to give a donation towards the orphanage as well, considering how much ryo he must have, being able to purchase all of these toys.” Remika motioned towards the bag, “After all, it is for the children.”

“Yes…for the good of the children on this merry day,” Baliquis said and smiled as she dropped the man. He would have landed just fine- if his weight didn't come crashing down when he did, and he snapped one of his legs on the collision and fell to the alley ground. He let out a yell of pain, and Baliquis sighed, “Your wallet.” He hissed in pain and clutched the knee of his wounded leg before he flinched as she set a foot near him. She cleared her throat, and the man fumbled for his wallet and located it in a back pocket, then handed it over to Bali. Opening the tired leather tri-fold, she pulled out several bills, then tossed the wallet back down to him, “100,000 Ryo? How did someone like you get all this money…well, never mind, I don’t think I want to know.” Bali said as she turned away from the man and went to the other abandoned bag of toys, smiling calmly at Remika,

“W-Wait, you’re just going to leave me here?” The man gasped, and she didn’t even turn to look at him, “What if I die?” Bali sighed in annoyance and turned her head to look at him,

“How dare you? You need to repent first, then you can die.” Bali huffed, then started walking out of the alley, lifting the bag up a bit and smiling back at Remika, “Shall we go work on getting more donations then, Sister?” She said and though the last part was playfully and flirtatiously teasing, the rest of it was serious and she hopes Remika would tag along a little longer.

[ WC: 462 ][ TWC: 2,944 ]

Thu Jan 12, 2023 7:21 am

It was Bali’s playful voice that interested Remika, amusement towards the giantess as something else... She was quite the woman to look upon, beautiful in all aspects... Certainly a flavour that Remika wouldn’t mind trying herself. “I think we shall... Sister.” The playfulness in Remika’s own voice was rather apparent, heading off with Bali, they would make a few more stops, chatting along the way, getting to know each other. They would make a quick pit stop at the mothers house, the woman that Remika had promised to get the toys for originally, the woman gasped when she saw the large amount of toys that catted around with Remika and Bali, curiosity about what they were doing, when Remika would explain their intentions with the orphanage, the woman would give them several bags full of toys that her own children didn’t need, saying she had planned on throwing them out, as she never had the time to make donations, even if it bugged Remi, having this woman think she was some type of delivery service, she begrudgingly took them anyways, thanking her and heading back off.

Finally they would reach the steps of the orphanage, the building was being decorated by several members of this strange community, members that Remika had paid out of pocket to do so, a few more carrying in a large tree, others with smaller boxes of decorations and lights. Remika would raise her tongue to the roof of her mouth, watching carefully as she sundered up the steps along Bali, Remi wouldn’t ever admit it, she wasn’t suppose to have a soft side... Not like this, humans were medial creatures, food for the taking. But the younger ones... They were innocent, like she had been once upon a time ago... She took enjoyment in their joy. She wasn’t something that she could ever admit though, as she reached in her cape, pulling out a red mask, wrapping the strings around her ears as she covered her lower face, she’d take a glance towards Bali, her eyes scanning her, looking for emotion of any kind. “Here we are.” Remika would state, her eyes returning to the large open door, walking through slowly, was the bustle of workers, all having been paid by the Kyuketsuki, quietly working away, making sure not the glance in the woman’s direction... Even if the sight of her companion was a difficult one to not want to look at.

Remika would find an older woman, her clothes looked like rags, filthily, and disgusting... Holes torn in them, patched up with mismatched patches... Her hair was up in a bun, it appeared almost.. Grey? Remika starred at the woman, who couldn’t be older than maybe thirty five to forty years old. A small sigh would escape the pure bloods lips, her hand moving towards her face, pinching her nasal bone as she quickly thought on how they could also help this woman on top of all of the children they were already helping, when it clicked inside of Remika’s mind, she had bought several outfits for herself while she was out and about, slipping away from Bali while the woman was distracted, to arrange the other plans – Remika pulled those bags first, handing them to the woman. “These are for you.” She stated blankly, and without emotion, her head turning as she glanced towards the rooms being decorated.

“We’re here to make donations.” Remika stated, plainly. Dropping the bags she had on her, on the ground gently, before making her step to leave, the smell of food cooking invaded her nostrils. The woman, smiling widely under the mask grinned even wider, he had originally said he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to, but after an extra added benefit of more ryo, he was more than willing... She wanted to be sure that she hadn’t smelled anything, to follow through with her promise to hunt him down and turn him into food.

But her threats weren’t needed it seemed.

Her body slugged off out the door, “I have to head out now, Bali. It’s getting late, and I’m rather parched.” Without another word, Remika would take off into the night, her hunger making it even harder for her to stick around closely to the other woman. She didn’t want to do something she would regret.
EXIT

Post WC 728 // Total WC 2,820 // @Baliquis

Thread Claims

Ryo 2000 x 4 x 2(BL) + (15,000 x 4) = 76,000
Tickets 500 x 4 = 2000 Tickets
AP 80
Other Memorizing Baliquis chakra signature.

Word Count Claims

Will do later.

Thu Jan 12, 2023 12:23 pm

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A Tisket, a Tasket, A Nickel in the Basket [o]