Eighth: Swaying (Video; un: Fashiondiva)

[corpsewarblade]

(TW: panic-attacks, blood.)

Hey everyone! How's the summer heat treating you?

[Her smile seems even more forced than even her usual act- like she hoped that over-saturated grin would allow her to push her way past whatever it was bothering her.]

So July kinda... okay like, majorly ran away with me, so- So I'm gonna be hosting the Summer Fashion show on the 15th August, at the beach- we'll be doing... so, like, the morning theme will be summer styles, with swimwear in the afternoon. I'll put on a BBQ too!

I hope you guys are as- as excited as I am! It's gonna be, like, a total blast.

Any volunteers who want to help out would be super duper appreciated, so just... lemme know, 'kay?


[The camera seems to be trembling. Mukuro takes a deep breath, before her expression turns more troubled.]

S-so, uh- like I don't have any issues with the Traders normally, they've always given me good stuff but- just a heads up that after the Celliwig thing they're in a bit of a- let's just say weird-ass mood?? Or- or maybe it's just me, I dunno... Anyone else have any problems with them this month?

Like, I just turned up- I mean, yeah, okay I usually go earlier in the day but I didn't think they'd close up shop too early, you know? Anyway I just turned up and was taking my time making up my mind and-

And they were totally all 'Oh hey! We brought you some stuff we thought you might like because you're, totally like, a loyal customer and all that'. Not in those words but-

[Another pause, swallowing back the anxious tears pricking up in her eyes as she tried to work out what to say.]

Okay no but seriously- seriously what the flying fuck are they on?!

[And with that, she carefully lifted up something in one, shaky hand- a spear of such a dark grey metal that it almost looked black. It tapered into a sharp point, and had small grooves near the blunt side that were almost reminiscent of ballistic markings.

Most noticeably, the tip and centre showed hints of dried blood.]

I- I dunno what they expect someone like me to do with this kinda thing- you know?

[And with that faltering, she'll fumble with her phone- attempting and failing to flick to a private setting.]

...Hey, Darin, can you like, make it into a sword or- or anything? Um- crap meant to private that part- sorry-

Comments

[corpsewarblade]

Huh...you sure?

[She certainly hadn't been expecting Maribelle to reach out a hand to her like that.]

...Thanks. I just- I'm not good with things like this- really not good.

[troubadamsel]

[ Maribelle may be a bitch, but she's still got a heart. ]

With weaponry itself? It's not for everyone, there's no fault there.

[corpsewarblade]

[It felt strange, really- claiming that she couldn't handle a weapon- but what else could she do?

Ngh- this all felt so wrong.]

...I...I guess it's the blood, maybe- um-

[No, even that sounded wrong. Like all her words were just falling out and nothing came out how it should.]

[troubadamsel]

Of course! That's morbid, no young lady should have to deal with it outside of battle.

... Come, where are you now? We should get you away from it.

[corpsewarblade]

Huh- the park, I- I can't just ditch it here, someone else might get it, you know? But...

[She felt frozen. Stuck between just tossing the thing away and keeping it close so no one could use it on her and besides it was technically the last thing her sister gave her so-

Her thoughts were racing.]

[troubadamsel]

Stay there. I'll come to you, and we can figure out what to do together. All right?

[corpsewarblade]

R-right. Um. Yeah, that works.

[troubadamsel]

[ One suitable timeskip later, Maribelle is headed her way... with... a picnic basket??? ]

Ah, there you are. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long.

[corpsewarblade]

[By the time Maribelle arrived, Mukuro...still hadn't moved from the bench she'd been sitting on. The bloody spear was sat nearby, ominous and dark, and the fashionista's eyes seemed to be fixated on it- whilst at the same time sitting as far along the bench as she could get away with.]

...Huh-

[Oh! She only seemed to realise Maribelle was approaching when she spoke up.]

Oh- hey-...what's...?

[Pointing to the basket. Mukuro's brain is currently offline.]

[troubadamsel]

Nothing helps ease nerves like a good meal and a hot cup of tea, I've found. Now, you stay there, and allow me to act as a steward.

[ She puts the basket on the ground, and begins taking things out one at a time - a plate with small finger sandwiches, a (wrapped up) kettle, pouring tea into a small cup. ]

Do you take it with honey, sugar...?

[corpsewarblade]

Oh- uh- just a little sugar, please. Um. Thank you.

[Her hands were still shaking, weren't they...?]

[troubadamsel]

You're welcome.

[ She digs into the basket to take out a sugar bowl, one cube, gently drops it into the cup. She then comes to sit next to Juno, and begins to slowly put the cup in her hands. ]

Now, drink slowly, we don't need you burning your tongue.

[corpsewarblade]

[Carefully, carefully- she took a deep breath and took the cup, blowing on the surface.]

I'll- yeah. I'll be careful... I wouldn't have thought of trying to calm down like this.

[troubadamsel]

It's a tried and true method in my realm. I'll admit, for a time I was used more to having tea than serving it... but I took lessons in being a steward, so I could make sure my own servants could improve from what I learned.

[corpsewarblade]

Servants, huh...that's impressive.

[Maribelle must have been very well off, back in her home realm. Maybe nobility, even.]

[troubadamsel]

Now then, have a few nibbles...

[ She moves to hand over a plate of small finger sandwiches. ]

And we'll see what we can do, hm?

[corpsewarblade]

Those are cute...yeah. Yeah, that'd be good. Thank you.

[For now at least, the spear was slowly drifting out of her mind. She was still shaky- but that was only to be expected when her adrenaline had spiked like that.]

[troubadamsel]

Take your time, and for the moment, consider me your steward. I shall be at your command, without hesitation or remorse.

[ It's a high honor! ... in Maribelle's mind. ]

[corpsewarblade]

[That made a small smile come into her face.]

Seriously, I'm totally not used to commanding people, haha- but if you're sure, then-

[Well, she would help herself to a sandwich- this definitely helped.]

[troubadamsel]

[ She calmly waits until the sandwich is finished... ]

There now. Don't you feel so much better?