qaqamba, but call me q

Bakuba is far away, no person ever reached it. I shall reach it.

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themissmala:

Whether it be a professor with a ridiculous outfit or a student with the most untamed hairdo she’s ever seen, Mala always kept a sharp eye out on the hallways of Phantomhive. A peculiar sight never failed to catch her attention and was often featured in one of her journal entries. Today was no different, Mala was gazing around from this side to that, eyes filled with intrigue. She doesn’t know how she missed the dancing girl, but in a moment, she felt a body crash right into her. With wide eyes, the junior watched the other, before waving a dismissive hand. “It’s no problem, we’re just lucky I have all my papers in my bag. And that I can walk in heels,“ a gaze at her black heeled boots. Then, a smile spread across her features as Mala noticed the headphones. “Must be some really good music, having you dance like that.”

“Still, I should’ve been paying attention to where I was going,” Q said. “Glad you’re okay, though.” Q paused the music on her iPhone. “It’s just some music from someone back in South Africa,” she said, her accent still coming through strongly since she’d only been there two months. “There isn’t much Xhosa music out there, so whenever I find it, I’m like, so excited about it.”

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callistertruman:

“… then you come in, sweep her off her feet, proceed to dancing the foxtrot, and I make my exit, driving a maserati into the night like the lone eagle that I am. What? You don’t know how to do the foxtrot? How am I supposed to be the best wingman in the history of best wingmen when my friend can’t even dance the foxtrot?” Callister sighed exasperatedly, always a little too much than the situation called for. “Watch and learn, mi amigo.” His feet and body began to move to a silent rhythm, which was cut short immediately. “Oh you should be. You just disrupted a very important dance lesson,” he said, although his tone wasn’t one of animosity. His friend stood beside him chuckling helplessly.

“a very impressive dance lesson, huh?” q asked. “what was that you were doing, foxtrot? you really need a partner in order to show that off.”

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peytcnisms:

It looked like a scene straight out of a movie, the corridors of Phantomhive. As the students walked out of their classes, the school became more alive somehow, with excited chatter filling the air combined with music– it was just… something. Peyton Roberts was just getting out of her last class– a favorite elective, she would have to admit– with her bag slung on her shoulder and easel trapped between her arm and the side of her body, listening to a classmate discuss the assignment the professor had given them, when she felt another human body collide with her own from behind. With a surprised oomph, the girl spun around to face the other. “S’okay. Just gotta be more careful next time, yeah?” she said, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. “I mean, you’re lucky it was me and not that guy over there–” the fair-haired girl gestured to a redhead boy coming out of the Gen Psych class, a sour look on his face. 

“yeah, totally,” q said, glancing over at the other guy the girl had pointed out. “i’m just still so excited to be at this school still, y’know? i can’t help but go with the groove, if you feel me.”

[ashkhan]

“ so, basically, how it works is, you shuffle the deck while thinking of a question you want answered. then you pick out three cards - ” she pauses, “ wait, or was it five? ” she grins sheepishly, looking up at the poor, unsuspecting student she had dragged to test her new tarot cards on, “ you know what? let’s just stick with five. hopefully this works or that store is going to be getting a strongly worded yelp review from me. ” she holds out her hand, offering the cards, “ c’mon! give it a shot, i’ve never done this before. who knows? i might predict fame and fortune on the near horizon. ” 

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“um... alright,” q said, hesitant about all this. she didn’t believe in any kind of magic or divination or anything. she took a deep breath and looked at the cards lilith was holding. “so... what kind of question do i ask?” she hadn’t the first idea of what she’d want to know about her future. “something like ‘will i become a famous dancer’?”

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lilithbishop:

“wha - “ she felt herself pushed back at the moment of collision, back lightly hitting the wall behind her. blue hues look up, a bewildered smile reaching her lips upon realising who it was, “gosh, q, if you didn’t want me to be your dance partner you could’ve just told me instead.” she teased good-naturedly, brushing herself off, “don’t worry about it, i’m all good.” she grinned, “i’m not as brittle as i might look.”

q smiled when she realized who she’d hit. “hey, yah never know about these musicians; they look fragile compared to the dancers, eh?” she said. “but you’re welcome to be my dance partner any time, you know that.”

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Qaqamba had the bad habit of dancing wherever she was. Even if it was in the middle of a hallway. She just couldn’t contain herself whenever she was listening to music, and she was almost always listening to music. So it wasn’t really a surprise that she bumped into people often. Such as right now, just after classes had ended for the day. She was listening to Xhosa by Radical (it helped with her homesickness) and dancing along when she turned and rammed right into someone. She pulled out her earbuds and swore. “Shit, I’m so sorry!” she said.

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{ intro. }

hey there! i’m isabel, and i play qaqamba (pronounced kay-kom-ba) akhona mphele-yost and joon-il park. this post is gonna be about q, though, and i’ll post a separate intro for joon-il. i have q’s bio up but i’m still working on her stats page. below is more info about her/them. hit like or message me for plotting!

you... should probably not even bother pronouncing her name, tbh. just call her q. it’s easier for everyone that way.

grew up in a predominantly xhosa city in south africa to a black mother and white father, which caused a little bit of controversy even though apartheid was over by the time she was born.

uses either she/her or they/them pronouns. identifies as nonbinary. it bothers them if you call them a girl or miss or ma’am or anything like that, though.

speaks xhosa, english, and afrikaans, though she thinks her afrikaans is terrible. xhosa is a language that has clicks in it, so she’s found that people love to hear her speak it, which kind of weirds her out but ok.

is a contemporary dance major, and a freshman. so she’s all new to phantomhive.

doesn’t have a lot of actual formal dance training, most of it is self-taught. but they love mixing all different kinds of dance styles and particularly incorporating african dance styles into her choreography.

very outgoing and wants to get to know everyone.

still dealing with cultural differences between south africa and the united states. particularly since she’s used to ‘african time’ rather than the united states’ very strict adherence to time schedules.

doesn’t like being alone, since they grew up in a big family.

very proud. not good at taking criticism.

wants to stand out, refuses to blend in. she’s proud of who she is, and she won’t compromise on that.