Aren't I Beautiful?

"Now, let's begin tailoring." [Independent Kayo Sudou Blog. Tracking perseveringtailor.]

[pretentious-servant-girl]

Her First Day on the Job

[pretentious-servant-girl]

The blonde sighed when the other woman mentioned coming here earlier. “Yeah, there was a problem with my ride.” A miscommunication with her parents– totally not her fault. But hey, she did get here, and that was what was important. 

“Alright, cool!” Callie followed her to the back room, plastering a smile on her face. “Don’t you worry ma’am, I got this! I’m gonna learn like…” She snapped her fingers. “Like that!” Did the girl know that for a fact? Nope; not in the slightest. However, did she want to make a good first impression so the boss would like her and hopefully not fire her at least until she paid back her parents? Of course. That said, she was going to learn quickly, or at least make an effort to. After all, the sooner she started, the sooner she finished, and the sooner she could leave. 

[perseveringtailor-blog]

“Well, these things happen.” She was speaking mostly on autopilot, most of her brain still focused on what she had to do. The back room was tiny, filled with various fabrics and things that Kayo seemed to have no problem navigating around. She shifted a half-mended skirt on a chair, which had been covering the name tag and ID she had made for the girl earlier in the day.

“We’ll be putting that claim to the test quickly. In the meantime, put this on.” She handed over the name tag. “Every day, you clock in and out by sliding your ID card through here.” She tapped on a small device on the wall by the door. “Slide it like this and then make sure that it reads.” She slid the card through the reader, checking the display. That done, she handed it to Callie.

[pretentious-servant-girl]

Her First Day on the Job

[pretentious-servant-girl]

Jeez, it’s crowded in here, Callie thought as she moved through he building. Must be a busy day. Of course that would have to be her first day at work, of course it did. Heaven forbid she actually have it easy today. All she could really hope for now was that this wasn’t a regular thing; having to serve all these people, every day sounded like a nightmare. 

Once she got to the front, whoever was working the counter didn’t seem to realize she was one of the employees. She didn’t know how you could have missed the uniform, but whatever. All she had to do was introduce herself and find the boss. “Yeah, I’m looking for a…” The blonde paused for a moment, quickly looked down, and then looked back up to the woman behind the counter. “Miss Kayo Sudou?” She definitely remembered that off the top of her head, and she absolutely did not have to look at the name written on the palm of her hand just now. Nope; not her. 

“I’m Callie. I’m supposed to start work here today?”

[perseveringtailor-blog]

After a moment, her eyes finally registered the uniform, and the situation clicked. “Callie! Right, of course, hello. I was -- expecting you earlier.” Then they would have had time to train her before throwing her right into the thick of things. Now Kayo would probably have to hover right over her shoulder, leaving all of the sewing undone. How inconvenient.

“I’ll take you to the back room and get you set up. Clarith, will you be alright for the moment?” Kayo turned to the white-haired barista, who nodded quickly, not saying a word. Kayo felt bad for leaving her on her own when things were so hectic, but she had little choice in the matter. “I won’t leave you for long,” she promised. She turned her attention back to Callie. “Come with me. I hope you can learn quickly, because you missed most of the time I had set aside for training.” Rather than sounding angry, she simply sounded stressed. And exhausted. She had far too many things on her mind to be worrying about lousy employees. “Follow me.” She gestured the girl behind the counter, before starting for the back room.

[perseveringtailor-blog]

Hunger | rotten-apostate-mansion

Gore did little to faze the woman, anymore. Violence didn’t even register. Lost in a haze, Kayo could not even begin to recognize the thick stench of Sin that permeated the mansion as she walked through its halls. Why would she? It was the same aura that clung to her own skin. Blood washed off, but the reality of the acts she committed would never go away. She bore them every day, in the red kimono, the green sash, the yellow hairpin. She couldn’t take them off, so she didn’t even try.

Instead, she ignored reality. She didn’t admit what she did to even herself. Those crimes were committed by someone else. And why did she wander from home? Not to escape the punishment for what she’d done, because she hadn’t done anything. She wandered for love. And, in this castle, perhaps she would find him. Or maybe she’d just find shelter. Or nothing at all. It didn’t matter much to her. She was so caught up in not believing what she had done, she had little concentration left for such matters as to why she was here, or how she got there in the first place.

[pretentious-servant-girl]

Her First Day on the Job

[ Closed roleplay with perseveringtailor ]

Callie smoothed out her apron with both of her hands, letting out a soft sigh as she looked up at the cloudy sky above her. This was it; her first day of work. Well, technically, it was only training, but still, she was here, and she was in her uniform, so she guessed that counted for something. 

Still, she couldn’t believe she was actually here, and that her parents were really making her do this. So what, she’d gone a little bit overboard with spending in the last month, but it wasn’t that much; not enough, in her opinion, to make her work to pay it back. Yet here she was, about to enter the cafe where she’d slave away for who knows how long just to keep her parents quiet. 

As much as she didn’t want to go in, the girl knew she had to eventually. That said, she pulled out her pocket mirror one last time so as to make sure she looked okay, and, content with her appearance, put the mirror away. She pulled open the door and immediately made her way to the front counter, where she was to meet her boss. Hopefully she was at least a nice person; that would make this slightly less torturous. 

[perseveringtailor-blog]

Kayo loved her job, but on days like this, she felt rather harried. They were understaffed because the new employee hadn’t showed up yet, and Kayo was filling in the slack by working the counter with the other barista, leaving a lot of the tailor work undone. On top of that, she just spent what felt like an eternity explaining to a confused customer that, yes, this was the place her sister had sent her to get the wedding dress, she didn’t have the wrong address, they did coffee too. It was a concept that sometimes confused people.

Watching the customer leave with the dress in a bag and a cappuccino in a cup, Kayo could only hope that she wouldn’t manage to spill it on the white fabric. Although Kayo had covered it carefully, she wouldn’t put it past someone who had to ask the same question fifty times  to be able to pull something like that off.

Rushed as she was, she didn’t even recognize the blonde who approached the counter, although she had interviewed the girl just last week. She quickly put on her best customer service face, a cheerful smile that hopefully didn’t look strained. She had a reputation as someone who was amicable and easy to work with, and she strove to keep it in tact. “Welcome! How can I help you?”

[perseveringtailor-blog]

i think i’m gonna ........ make a blog to search for partners willing to develop plots and ocs and junk ................. b/c i really do need to flex those muscles honestly. you all will definitely get the link!!!!!!

in the meantime, like this for a starter!!!

[perseveringtailor-blog]

☢

☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown.

Imagining the house fire that took her family is the first thing that comes to mind. Also, imagining her family rejecting her.

[perseveringtailor-blog]

✖

✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive.

Combat her view on reality. Challenge her when she speaks of other people as her lover. Ask her about the murders she committed. Things of that nature will rile her up if done repeatedly and aggressively, although she might brush them off at first.

[perseveringtailor-blog]

☾

☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?

Working. Either mending clothing or sewing new garments.

[perseveringtailor-blog]

♡

♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.

The smell of Jasmine reminds her of her mother’s shampoo. The scent of cherry blossoms reminds her of her husband’s love. The scent of freshly washed linen reminds her of holding her child close. And the smell of fire and smoke reminds her of how she lost it all.

[cittamemes]

In Depth Headcanon Prompts;

☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? ☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why? ♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise. ☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish? ☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day. ☂ : Storms or clear skies? εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable? ☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency. ☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders? ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown. ✄ : Are there any reasons why they would ever think of self-harm? If so, what are they? ❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust. ❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust. ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike. ⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself? ☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard? ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life. ❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. ✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive. ♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts? ✏ : What are their creative outlets? ✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more? ♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back. ۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

[perseveringtailor-blog]

*sudden intense urge to rp OCs?????*

[perseveringtailor-blog]

Smoke | unfaithtisc

He was back. Kayo knew she’d find him eventually. She had searched far and wide for him, wandered far from home in the hopes of reuniting with him. How long had she been looking? She didn’t know the year anymore -- such things seemed unimportant now. What mattered was him. She watched in joy as he exhaled, blowing out the smoke from his lungs, the very smoke that had stolen his breath and taken him away from her.

She approached him without hesitation, ignoring the fact that the quickly dissipating smoke smelled of tobacco, not a house fire. “... Hello, again.” It was how he had always greeted her, even after they had married. This is how she would greet him now. For the moment, she was willing to forget all the times he had pretended not to know her. This time would be different. He held the remnants of their smoldering house between his fingers.

[moonlitmurder-blog]

“Well, I do try to compliment people who obviously deserve the words.” The baku could have sworn she’d seen someone who looked just like the woman before but there was no real need questioning that thought, there were plenty of people in the world and there certainly seemed like there was already magic involved with the woman. Why question things?

The baku gave a nod before going back to a changing room. Ah, she hadn’t had to actually get dressed in ages, clothes could easily be a part of her form. She took a while getting dressed before coming back out, wanting to make sure she had managed to put on the clothes properly. Sure, she could’ve used simple magic to get dressed but where was the fun in that? “It fits comfortably. Does it look good on me, do you think?”

[perseveringtailor-blog]

By the time the girl came out, Kayo had found a tear in one of the garments she had been organizing, probably left by a careless customer. The red thread was in her mouth as she adjusted the fabric, but she looked up and smiled at the girl in answer, before releasing the thread to give a proper one.

“It brings out your eyes wonderfully.” Kayo thought they were beautifully expressive. She wished her own eyes were as beautiful. When the woman who called herself MA came to her, these eyes had been sparkling and almost too full of life. Now that Kayo had the body for herself, although they had the same heavy lids and clear, blue color, something was lacking. Perhaps it was something in Kayo herself, something she couldn’t mend or take from someone else.

[perseveringtailor-blog]

Longing | clockworkerelluka

[clockworkerelluka-archive]

It had been two hundred years, but ‘MA’ had still not been able to settle everything as herself. How did people do this? Everything she did brought multiple responses in her mind, and she just wished they would all be quiet. Then her body slowly began the rotting that had happened in the earlier of the 600’s. Aching joints, slower movements… It wouldn’t do. She had to find a new vessel quickly.

And maybe this girl who had suddenly lost everything would become just what she needed.

When Ma approached, she waited for a response. Only when one was given did she speak, a small smile at her lips.

“Hello. I… Saw that you were sad and wished to see if I could help… I’m new to these lands, but I think I could… Do something.” Maybe she was worried her jakokuese wasn’t understandable, or maybe she often spoke slowly. Either way, Ma seemed to be careful on her word choice.

[perseveringtailor-blog]

It took a few moments to register the woman’s words. Help? The concept was foreign to Kayo. It was something beyond her reach. Her family was unattainable, gone forever, and no woman could help her with that, no matter how beautiful she was.

“I doubt very much that there is anything you can ... do.” She unconsciously mirrored the woman’s pauses, mostly because her mind wasn’t as engaged in the conversation as it could have been. She was often lost in her own thoughts, these days. She could remember happier times, but somehow that only served to make her more sad. Memories were little comfort when they smelled of smoke.

It did occur to her, after a moment, that she was being quite rude. This woman had no idea the full extent of her heartache. “Forgive me,” she said quietly. “Understand, I have nothing left ... Things have been taken from me that no stranger can return.” Her life was over, ended while her heart still beat, and there could be no rebirth from the ashes.

[perseveringtailor-blog]

How has everyone been? I have been enduring dorm wifi, so logging onto this account has been inconvenient. But I’m home for the weekend and ready for rp! Also, just a note, if you have a kik or a snapchat, you should definitely message me and give me yours/ask for mine xoxox

[perseveringtailor-blog]

avxritiae:

   He doesn’t like it. The feeling that woman gives off… He doesn’t like it at all. That sigh and those words, the way she looks at him… He has no idea of who this woman is, at all, yet why does she act like she knows him, like he knows her? Long, pink hair and that kimono… Well, didn’t that sound familiar? Hopefully it was some sort of joke, or he was just being paranoid and seeing sins coming from under the rocks where they weren’t…

   “Miss, I’m afraid you might be mistaking me by someone else… You and I have never met.” He wondered if anything he said would be of any use. What was he supposed to do? “I am not trying to be cruel to you or to anyone, nor pretending to be someone else or not be myself. There are plenty of people with a similar hair colour as mine. It’s not me you’re looking for.”

   Yet what if…?    A small grin crosses his lips for a brief moment, soon disappearing like just a mirage. No, he had to make sure of her identity first of all. Then, perhaps…

   “My name is Gallerian Marlon. May I ask yours, miss?    Perhaps I could help you.”

His words are rational, but Kayo is anything but. How can he be anyone other than her lost love? She stares into his eyes with her own red-rimmed ones, and she sees the smile he gives her. Did she imagine that? It was there and gone so quickly. No, no, he’s mocking her. And the name he gives her is only further mocking. Well, she’ll teach him a lesson. Even without the scissors, she can manage that.

“Gallerian Marlon,” she muses, tasting the name on her tongue. “They say that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I must say that I prefer the name you bore when I could call you my own.”

Perhaps she is making a fool of herself. Perhaps this man is a stranger. It would make sense, since she watched him die twice over. But, then again, her own death did little to stop her, so why should it stop him? It’s the reason she continues searching, even now.

She sighs again, shaking her head. “I go by the name I’ve always known. Although, after losing you the first time, I took back my family name ... It was too painful to hold yours. But you pretend not to know me? Your own Kayo.”

[perseveringtailor-blog]

moonlitmurder:

“Ah, thank you so much for the compliment, dear.” Getting complimented was always a nice thing, so the words were appreciated by the baku. Compliments from an obviously talented tailor, what could possibly be a better outcome of a shopping trip? A perfect excuse to actually go shopping for clothes… in addition to the fact that shopping let her have help picking something with a nice look to it out. “I’m sure most colors look good on you, I’d have to say I would think all colors would but that’s not saying anything at all.”

“Oh, that looks lovely. I’ll happily take that.” It didn’t even matter what the size was, it would fit no matter what. “Would you mind too terribly if I change here so I can just go straight to my friend afterwards?”

“Well, that’s very sweet of you to say.” Kayo had admired this body for a reason, after all. Then again, thinking about that was ... confusing. Before taking on this appearance, she had not been as happy, but things had also been much clearer. She had understood her place in the world, even if it was a place of grief. Now it was something else. She found it better to focus on her work than to dwell on it.

But this particular job was easy. She was a bit surprised at how quick the girl was to take to her very first suggestion. But, from the sound of things, she was in a hurry. Kayo was not one to complain. “Of course. The changing rooms are in the back.” She gestured to where they waited, organizing clothing left out of place by previous customers while she waited.