07-14-2018, 01:51 AM
It was quiet and worst of all boring without her not-quite-kids.
With a disgruntled sigh, Yuuka stared at the ceiling of her bedroom. Not sleeping. So she turned over and over and over again. Tossing the covers this way and that.
She was in bed, but certainly not resting.
Instead she stared at the child-sized shirt she had jokingly bought for Clownpiece, left untouched on her dresser. The fairy had caught bad luck early on, being pitted against such opponents- Yuuka couldn't begrudge her that. But it was annoying of her to have gone and died before she could even partake in these sweet free promotional items. It was almost as painful as her battle wounds for Yuuka to know she would have to wait to see if her clown daughter could possibly look any stupider in a cola-branded tee shirt than she did in an actual clown outfit. Wait more than a week, even- fairies usually reformed in mere hours, if not minutes.
Absolutely crushing.
How would she ever find out if this branding looked as unanimously atrocious on every living creature as it did on her?
...Yuuka Kazami took her sponsorship deals VERY seriously.
It wouldn't be inaccurate to say she thought of the whole Pepsi branding as merely an additional challenge to add to the little death game shindig. Like fighting with her eyes closed, or with an arm tied behind her back. A flat out death match was too easy, anyway. And boring. She could get a plain one anywhere- especially somewhere like here, where the stakes were infinitely lower for most of the population. The fairies had proved long ago that without the stakes of death, there wasn't much point not getting yourself killed over every little thing.
Well, that certainly sounded more romantic, in a way.
She was about halfway back on the thought train to just wanting to be asleep for once when the sharp knock on her door rang out.
...Not like she was getting any sleep anyway.
So she pulled herself from bed, exhaustedly ambling her way towards the door. With a tired smile as she cracked it open just a touch, she managed, "sorry, no pictures after midnight."
The PepsiCo. employee at the door blinked, clearly not in any sort of mental state to understand that attempt at humor. "Uh..."
"Kidding. Get it over with."
"Right." He cleared his throat. "You're needed in the labs as soon as possible. Further explanation will be provided onsite."
With a quiet sigh and without even thinking to change into her normal clothes, Yuuka stepped forward and out of the room, tossing her arms behind her head as she followed. "Ah, I really should have added a part to that contract about overtime..."
With a disgruntled sigh, Yuuka stared at the ceiling of her bedroom. Not sleeping. So she turned over and over and over again. Tossing the covers this way and that.
She was in bed, but certainly not resting.
Instead she stared at the child-sized shirt she had jokingly bought for Clownpiece, left untouched on her dresser. The fairy had caught bad luck early on, being pitted against such opponents- Yuuka couldn't begrudge her that. But it was annoying of her to have gone and died before she could even partake in these sweet free promotional items. It was almost as painful as her battle wounds for Yuuka to know she would have to wait to see if her clown daughter could possibly look any stupider in a cola-branded tee shirt than she did in an actual clown outfit. Wait more than a week, even- fairies usually reformed in mere hours, if not minutes.
Absolutely crushing.
How would she ever find out if this branding looked as unanimously atrocious on every living creature as it did on her?
...Yuuka Kazami took her sponsorship deals VERY seriously.
It wouldn't be inaccurate to say she thought of the whole Pepsi branding as merely an additional challenge to add to the little death game shindig. Like fighting with her eyes closed, or with an arm tied behind her back. A flat out death match was too easy, anyway. And boring. She could get a plain one anywhere- especially somewhere like here, where the stakes were infinitely lower for most of the population. The fairies had proved long ago that without the stakes of death, there wasn't much point not getting yourself killed over every little thing.
Well, that certainly sounded more romantic, in a way.
She was about halfway back on the thought train to just wanting to be asleep for once when the sharp knock on her door rang out.
...Not like she was getting any sleep anyway.
So she pulled herself from bed, exhaustedly ambling her way towards the door. With a tired smile as she cracked it open just a touch, she managed, "sorry, no pictures after midnight."
The PepsiCo. employee at the door blinked, clearly not in any sort of mental state to understand that attempt at humor. "Uh..."
"Kidding. Get it over with."
"Right." He cleared his throat. "You're needed in the labs as soon as possible. Further explanation will be provided onsite."
With a quiet sigh and without even thinking to change into her normal clothes, Yuuka stepped forward and out of the room, tossing her arms behind her head as she followed. "Ah, I really should have added a part to that contract about overtime..."
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Yuuka Kazami Wrote:Do you think Yuuka *aims* the Master Spark? No. She decides which half of the world she wants to fuck.