On Strange Tides: Closed RP [ dahaiyuan ]
"….eh….you could have done all of that, but you didn’t, no? So that means that I can trust you - but I’ll take that in mind. Thank you for the advice.
Ah - I see. I’ll remember your name well, Idate!”
Wadanohara’s eyes crinkle in mirth at his comment, and she raises a hand to the little white sailor’s cap atop her head as soft laughter bubbles forth from her lips. Has she forgotten about his very recent attempt to take a bite out of her? Possibly - the little Witch has always been quick to forgive others, usually, and such are the rules of the oceans, are they not?
No, she does not have the slightest inkling of what the orca is truly thinking, nor does she have the ability of Witches greater in power and age to capture the tenors of his mind. But she notes that he seems to be considering the idea - and he has swum extremely far from his home; is he alone? - so she’ll extend an offer to him if he’s willing to consider. After all, she is essentially familiarless now, and that is a very bad showing for all the denizens in her charge…
"I am a Witch, actually! The Japan Sea is my domain, so… - are there no others, where you come from?"
Curiously, she leans in a little closer to examine the little stick he’s holding between his fingers, then pulls back once she catches the pungent odor of the strange-smelling smoke emitting from it.
"That smells - bad…"
He shakes his head, but lets out a chuckle all the same. So trusting. He wonders how long it will last. He tilts his head to one side momentarily, considering her question. "Yes...but I travel alone. Pod life was too stifling for me."
Though his inflection doesn't change, an edge of finality in his tone indicates that this particular line of questioning is over. It appears he doesn't like discussing past personal details too much. The orca instead switches the focus back on Wadanohara. "What about you? You're out here all alone. Seems like someone with a title and a domain would have followers or guards or something."
Maybe they're dead. Or maybe she's strong enough to handle things on her own. Doubtful, however. She's certainly got some power, he'll give her that much, but she's still far too young and inexperienced. Could be this place isn't quite as hostile an environment as other seas he's passed through. It would certainly explain how she's been out here by herself all this time and not been eaten. Noting the small Witch's interest in his favourite hobby (aside from exerting his will over other creatures, of course), he takes a deep drag and tilts his head back, expelling a cloud of smoke into the air. "It does, doesn't it? You get used to it. This is a cigarette, a human invention. People on land use it to relax, or so I've heard. Me, I use it to dull my hunger. Except sometimes, when I use it to enhance a successful hunt."
The dangerous grin returns. The properties of whatever is in the cigarettes, a fact that eludes Idate at present though he believes he learned the names of the substances at one point, are particularly useful to keep his appetites in check on occasion. After all, it doesn't pay to kill or eat everything he comes across all the time: he's no mindless shark. Then again, these same properties also add a nice, sharp tang that accentuates the euphoric feelings he experiences in the aftermath of a meal or killing spree.











