#481

Mesprit gijinka affiliated with Isola Radiale.

[justmezzingaround]

suboceansong​:

“I doubt it, and you’ve got no proof.” Those were her last words before she sank beneath the water, closing in on the ship. She made sure not to move so fast that the Mesprit would be washed away, but being beneath the waves made her tentacles all the more menacing when they starting curling from the water beside the vessel. 

But not too menacing, as instructed. Didn’t want to cause too much of a panic now. To that end, she didn’t let those aboard the boar stew in their own fears and assumptions of what might happen next before her head broke few of the waves. And to be a minor inconvenience to all those on the deck and on this half of the ship, she sprayed it with a light shower of water before dipping below again.

It was a short distance ahead of the ship that she surfaced again, coming back to a comfortable coasting speed.

“Tame enough for you? Did you see their faces at first? You can’t buy that.”

Mezzarin mostly trusted Tuyin to listen to reason here, but she was still unsure what to expect from her as they surfaced by the boat. She also didn’t know if the people on the boat would even notice her on top of Tuyin, or the giggling she was doing after the first couple of seconds, but whether they did or didn’t, Mezzarin was just glad they weren’t going to have arrest warrants upon making landfall.

“Yes, that was tame enough for me. Like, couldn’t have gone better, really. I was a bit too far away to see their faces very well, but... they didn’t look like they were business as usual, I could tell that much.”

Since they were above the water again now, Mezzarin let go of Tuyin’s horn, and shifted position now to lay on her front on top of Tuyin now.

“You got your terror fill, then? Or are you gonna do the same thing on the trip back?”

[justmezzingaround]

suboceansong​:

“Where you? Paid that is. For tennis.” She didn’t need to let the doubt sound clear in her voice, but she did.

“Eat people? Me?” It was clear from the sound of her voice that she was smiling. “Sounds positively barbaric, dear. A titan that eats people, I bet you think I sink ships too.”

She let out another rumble as they drew ever closer to the ferry. Something between a laugh and a growl. 

“I do like shoes. And I suppose you’re right, I’ve got little patience for any lasting hassle. Hmm Hmm~ All right then, dear. Hold on tight.”

“Millions. Billions, even. It was my cute looks that got all the best sponsors.” She nodded affirmatively. It was much easier to speak bullshit when you didn’t have to hide your own smirk because the other people couldn’t see it.

“I have it on good authority that you do both. Or at least, you have done the former here, and have told tales of the latter in your own world. Unless you’re a liar, and a worse god than I thought? Hm...”

As directed, she held on tight, except not tightly, and only just kind of hugging one of Tuyin’s horns. It wasn’t embarrassing if she wasn’t afraid for her life while doing it. She gave the horn a couple of good knocks first as she watched the ferry get closer.

“Remember. Minor scare.”

[justmezzingaround]

suboceansong​:

“Tennis. Semi-regional pro.” Much of her conversations with Mezzi would be repeating things she said in increasingly incredulous tones. “Doesn’t that mean you weren’t even a pro in one region? Surely that’s the bare minimum for professionalism.” 

“If I don’t sink and you can’t hold on, that sounds more like a you problem than a me problem, but, if you’re so worried;” She started drifting outwards, giving the pools a wider berth. 

“Me? Do something?” She sounded so offended that it couldn’t be more clear that she wasn’t. “I’m quite sure I have no idea what you mean. What would I do. Me. Tuyin’Asai.”

“It means I was a semi-pro in one region, yes. I think the bare minimum for being a professional is being paid, and if I was paid, that makes me at the very least professional, even if not pro. There’s a difference, you feel me? I know you do.”

Mezzarin did breathe an internal sigh of relief when Tuyin started adding some more space between them and the whirlpools. She can breathe underwater, but that doesn’t help if you can’t ever escape the current! And having to hold tight to Tuyin’s horns would’ve been embarrassing.

“What would you do? I don’t know, eat them maybe? You like to do that to people sometimes. It’s one of the things you do best. But if you scare them too bad, it’ll mean trouble for us when we reach the shore and then you can’t get new shoes.”

“And I know you’d do anything for new shoes,” she said, patting Tuyin’s head. “Isn’t that right?”

[justmezzingaround]

suboceansong​:

“I move a great deal, thank you very much. Can you see how much I’m moving right now? It takes a lot to power this magnificent form. Mm, I don’t believe you.”

Tuyin hummed as Mezzi gave her explanation of the bracelet, sound resonating through her. 

“I’d hoped you’d describe it as someone familiar with the concept to one that isn’t, but I see this was a task too great.” She clicked her tongue. “Of course I don’t have enough, what kind of question is that.”

“Light up sneakers…” What a novel concept, she must have them. “Hm? What do you think would happen? I’d sink? We can avoid them, if you’re scared of a little water. Speaking of sinking… How about we go and give those ferrygoers something to talk about? Their must be a boring journey.”

“You don’t believe me now, but wait until I kick your ass in tennis. Then you’ll be sorry.”

“You’re looking at a semi-regional pro here. Well, listening to one.” She rolled her eyes at the end of the bracelet topic. Sometimes, Tuyin... you were more of a dork than you realized.

“I’m not worried about you sinking, I’m worried about me falling off. And if I get caught in the whirlpool, I’m never getting out. So I’d rather not. And if you’re gonna scare some ferrygoers...”

She thought about it for... a good few moments.

“...Then at least promise me you won’t actually do anything to the boat or the people on it.”

[justmezzingaround]

suboceansong​:

“Who even counts.” She mused, grinning for a moment even if the other couldn’t see her. “Days, weeks and months can all seem very similar, you know. Unfair? I don’t know about that; it takes me much more energy to move you know. One visit from me is, well, it’s enough.”

Coasting along she kept a pair of eyes scanning the horizon more out of habit than anything else; there was never anything along these routes other than the occasional ferry. Speaking of though, looks like they’d be coming up on one of those pretty soon. 

“What makes a bracelet a snap bracelet? Few things come in my size, but that isn’t always a problem.” A pause. “Some new shoes, perhaps.”

“It takes you much more energy to move, but you store up so much by never moving. Me, on the other hand, I’m very active. I play all sorts of sports?” She didn’t mean to make it sound like a question, but she was lying, and couldn’t come up with an example sport.

“A snap bracelet is a snap bracelet because it... snaps. How the hell do you want me to explain it? We’ll get you one. Don’t you have enough shoes?” Mezzarin had a few pairs of shoes and none of them expensive and that was pretty much good enough for her. Tuyin couldn’t even wear the shoes in her collection most of the time, so Mezzarin really just did not get it.

Even still, though, she supported the podiatric fascination, so her tone was clearly one of jest.

“You can get some light up sneakers in your colours. Also don’t forget that just because you can travel through these whirlpools up ahead that it’ll be safe for me...”

[justmezzingaround]

suboceansong​:

@justmezzingaround​

While she moved along the surface of the water at decent pace, jetting was far from an accurate descriptor. Instead, her movement was marked with regular pulses of acceleration common to many aquatic creatures with more tentacles than they had fins. The surface wasn’t her usually route either, but it made speaking easier. 

Speaking of speaking.

“You live on this island now, yes? How often do you go to the Circuit? Remarkably, I think I’ve only visited the one time.”

Two of her eyes glanced up mostly out of habit, she couldn’t actually see the Mesprit on her head. 

“I’m hoping to find some things not found elsewhere.”

“Well, depends on what you mean by ‘now’... it’s been at least a good few months. Wait, have you really not visited yet? Has it always been me visiting you? That seems unfair.”

Traveling along the surface of the ocean wasn’t Mezzarin’s first choice either. The train was usually good enough. If she had to use the ocean itself, she preferred to be underwater too... most of the time. This time, she insisted otherwise, because riding atop Tuyin like a glorified jetski was too good an idea to pass up.

“The Circuit isn’t totally my style, but I go there out of mostly boredom a lot more than I care to admit. What kinda stuff are you looking for? Snap bracelets? I don’t think they come in your size.”

[justmezzingaround]

warpedglass​:

It was probably for the best she couldn’t see her past her own chest because at this point she was really struggling to keep a straight face. The stomach poking is what finally did it and she couldn’t help but burst out laughing. 

“Do you ever hear yourself talk? Absolutely ridiculous, honestly.”

Her lower tendrils might be in a poke off with Mezzi’s tails, but she had her beat on numbers, so the middle pair simply shot down to wrap around her waist and hoist her up to eye level. 

“I’ll go and get you some brownies. One could hardly believe you could wait on an order after that display.”

Mezzarin might’ve technically been the first to break character with her earlier laugh, but Ammutseba was the first to give up all pretense. So Mezzarin considered this one a win for her, and dropped her facade too.

“Hey, if it gets things done or makes you laugh, I’ll talk as ridiculous as I need to. It worked, didn’t it?”

Her tails didn’t give up the poke war even after she was lifted, instead swinging and moving even faster now to try and push what little advantage she might have left. “I mean I just meant you could put them on our next Spirazon delivery list but I’m not gonna say no to getting them tonight... triple fudge too. I’ll even let you have one. If you ask nicely.”

She also realized she was given another angle of attack here too, so now she poked Ammu’s chest.

[justmezzingaround]

warpedglass​:

“Accusing me of being heartless, now? Truly you’ve lost all reason.” The sight of her puffed up and fake mad was funny enough, but she couldn’t hold her own giggles in when Mezzarin broke and poorly disguised it with a cough.

“Corrupt is what you are, rotten to the core. What kind of kangaskhan court is this? What point is there of a defence no matter how honest and true when faced with such blind injustice, hmm?”

She folded her own arms of course, not giving an inch as she looked down at the Mesprit before her, tendrils practically shaking their heads in disapproval. 

“Corrupt or not, we’re still in my kangaskhan court. My word is law, and law is as I wish it to be and as I always wish it was.” She hardly even knew what she was saying at this point, she was just adding on more words for words’ sake. And also ignoring most of Ammu’s words so that she could play the part of a corrupt judge even more.

“Your words displease me! Your arguments are nothing.”

“There is but one recourse,” she said, poking at Ammu’s stomach because it’s all she could reach, with her own two tails reaching around to poke at her lower tendrils. “Order me some more fuckin’ brownie bites. Pretty please.”

[justmezzingaround]

warpedglass​:

She simply held out her arms and held that expression that tried to look a little innocent but mostly smug to let you know it wasn’t in fact innocent at all. “Unbelievable that you can say these heartless things, darling.”

“Me, Ammutseba, what do you think I do; just take things? Wild accusations, the craving of sugar has drove you mad and all you can sense are baseless claims. A price? Don’t level your false taxes against me, woman.”

“At least I have a heart to say it! Unlike some people in this room...” She puffed out her cheeks and her chest... and then burst out into a laugh which she quickly tried and... mostly? succeeded in disguising as a cough. An obvious disguise, but a disguise nevertheless.

“These taxes are as fair as any and I’m here to collect.”

She hopped off the counter and marched right up to Ammu, looking up at her with renewed judgement. Arms still crossed the whole time, of course.

“I am the judge, jury, and executioner here and I’ve already decided you guilty. What say you in your defense?”

[justmezzingaround]

warpedglass​:

There it was, the narrowing of the eyes, the crossing of the arms, the little foot tappies… This wouldn’t be easy. Not that it needed to be difficult either, but she was committed now. 

She almost reached a hand up to her face, almost. 

“Please, as if there’d ever be anything on my perfect face.”

“You’re reaching dear, you probably just ate them yourself and forgot about it. Again.”

“A perfect face of lies and deceit most foul.” They both knew what happened. They both knew that Ammu ate the brownies. They both knew it, yet they still went through this charade, because it was fun and ultimately, one thing was always true: they were both dorks.

“I was reaching... for my god damn brownie bites.”

“That have mysteriously disappeared and whose remnants I can sense within you. There’s a price to pay for this treachery, Ammutseba Altashuuh.”

[justmezzingaround]

warpedglass​:

After she leaned past the wall at the sound of her name she almost simply said no on reflex, regardless of what had actually happened it would be the easiest answer to give. For her at least. 

But she took a moment longer to think about it, looking at the judgemental eyes of the Mesprit as the accuser stood on the counter top. She looked from her to the ‘secret’ snack section and then back again. 

“Your brownie bites?”

“No.” She lied. 

The fact that Ammu didn’t immediately say no tipped Mezzarin off more than anything else here. She squinted her eyes, trying to peer deep into the soul of Ammutseba—if one who commits such a heinous act can even have a soul. Regardless, Mezzarin’s eyes were full of suspicion.

“No, huh.”

She crossed her arms, and started tapping one foot on the countertop, giving Ammu a few more seconds to admit it.

“Then why do you have brownie crumbs all over your face.” She didn’t.

[justmezzingaround]

Starter | @warpedglass​

There she was. Standing on their counter again to peer into the top cabinet where she hid the tastiest snacks. She uses the term “hid” very loosely, though; really, she only put them up this high so that it would take effort to actually get to them, hopefully keeping her from just eating them on a whim all the time due to her laziness.

(It didn’t work. She ate them just as much.)

“... Ammu.”

“Did you eat the rest of my brownie bites.”

[justmezzingaround]

warpedglass​:

“I need numbers, babe.”

“A small box by who’s standards? And at the very least I’d hope they all go boom, that’s the bare minimum.”

“If you want numbers you’ll have to count ‘em yourself, darling.”

“Small by national standards.” She was making that up. “Oh and also sparklers. They don’t go boom but I really like sparklers...”

[justmezzingaround]

warpedglass​:

“Do you think I’m so easily amused?”

“Well I am. How much is a whole bunch?”

“I know you’re so easily amused. It was rhetorical, babe.”

“I got a small box of small ones that go boom and one big one that goes boom but more boom.”

[justmezzingaround]

@warpedglass​

“You like fireworks, right?”

“Guess who got a whole bunch of ‘em for tomorrow.”

[justmezzingaround]

“Do you think if I got like, one really big firework, I could hold on to it really tight when it launches and fly into the sky for New Years?”

“My small size has to be good for something, right?”

[justmezzingaround]

suboceansong​:

“What an outstandingly Mezzarin sound you just made.”

“No of course not, that would take far too long. Thankfully the city seems to be awash with the stuff, see?” She spun her around so she could see some very obviously on display. “Just a moment, hang in there.”

“What is that even supposed to mean?” she said, proving Tuyin even more correct by sounding even more Mezzarin in her tone of voice.

“You could have just asked me to follow you!” she said, her tails swishing back and forth like an annoyed cat as she was made to see the pocky stand.

“Why do you even want to participate?”