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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 10:18:22 GMT
Kali had been ironically named after a goddess in an anti-magic society. How her parents had ever gotten away with it, she wasn't sure. She would live up to it though–the goddess of power and destruction. People, well, people were unsettled by her. It could've been for many reasons–it was rumored that she'd been singled out to be educated in the subject of repressing magic, she'd always been a bit too rough, she never seemed to get hurt, she was generally fearless, or that her appearance just seemed slightly...off. Then there was that other thing–she didn't care about what was said about her. She was comfortable in her own skin–something far from common nowadays, especially for 15-year-olds.
The girl was walking down the sidewalk, looking down at her phone while humming to herself a tune that didn't seen so much as a melody as a bunch of notes thrown together. Her sharp gray eyes were calmly down, almost bored. If Kali were older, then a weapon could have easily have been strapped to her hip, and it would still look natural. Kali paused at a small grocery store and turned into it with barely a glance up from her phone.
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Post by Fukami Tsukikage on Jan 8, 2017 1:47:08 GMT
There wasn't enough space taken up in Fukami's cart to justify using one instead of a hand basket. She looked at her empty sleeve and sighed. Just trivial tasks like this became that much more of an annoyance with the amputation, but at least they were just that: an annoyance. She figured she ought to be thankful for the fact that, in her line of work, she didn't really need the arm anyway.
When she reached the checkout at register one and started putting some of her things onto the conveyor belt, she noticed the employee at the register eyeballing her instead of doing his job. The woman in font of her was about to nag him, but also stopped to stare when she looked at Fukami.
"I'm from out of town, buddy," she said, almost trying not to be rude. Though it was directed as the cashier, both of them took the message and went back to what they were doing. Just as the last of the woman's absurd number of groceries were being rung up, the doors slid open and the two were distracted when they looked at whoever had just walked through. The woman stared at her the same way she'd stared at Fukami less than ten seconds earlier. The man went back to his work, but then did a double take and stared again.
Wondering the hold up was, Fukami stood on the tips of her sandals and looked over a wall of items barricading the checkout from the rest of the grocery store, immediately noticing why they were staring. There was something wrong with that kid. She couldn't place her finger on exactly what it was. The girl looked like she hadn't slept in ages, but that couldn't have been it. Plenty of kids were sleep-deprived. Nah. It had to be something about the way she moved, Fukami mused.
After the momentary distraction, she returned her attention to the checkout line.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 6:57:09 GMT
Kali hardly noticed the stares as she entered. She'd picked up a basket instead of a cart on her way in; she wasn't getting much. Kali eyes traveled across the checkout line. Some of the employees were gawking at her, which she didn't mind. What did catch her eye was someone as just odd as her–a tall red-and-one-eyed woman. She too stared at her for a second before returning her attention to her own groceries.
A small smile pulled at the corner of Kali's mouth. What was regular was someone staring at her. What was odd was someone atypical staring at her, even if just for a moment. With a soft chuckle, Kali turned her gaze towards the selves.
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Post by Fukami Tsukikage on Jan 8, 2017 20:46:24 GMT
The second the woman in front of her finished checking out, Fukami started unloading her cart. It wasn't much -- mainly just some fresh fruit and snacks that were unreasonably priced at her hotel. When the cashier got a clearer look at her, he started staring again, his gaze wandering to the sword at her side.
"Look, I'm not here to cause trouble. I just want my damn strawberries," she said sternly. Again, the man took the message and got to scanning her items, even if there was still tension in his movements.
Fukami placed her elbow on the counter and rest her head on her hand. That kid was still there at the front of the store. Maybe it wasn't just the way she moved, but rather, the lack of it that was unsettling. There was a part of her that thought there might be trouble, but she snorted at the notion almost as soon as it popped into her head. The girl was just another teenager with a cellphone addiction.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2017 16:13:33 GMT
Kali turned off her phone and shoved it into her pocket. She pulled down a carton of eggs, a bag of salad, and a cloves of garlic. She whisked off towards register one, stopping behind Fukami, with a slight, gentle smile across her lips.
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