omg mohammed doesnt trust me with anything does he? stairs will end eventually and the baby will be fine- itll learn how to roll and be stronger for it
[ It takes a little longer than 30 minutes, because what is punctuality? Mafuyu isn't Pitou's slave at this point in time and would have very well have taken her time getting there, but she's excited to see the sword too, so 30, 40 minutes, she's there and on her way up the elevator.
She's lived in a house all her life, so being up so high feels weird. Sort of... up scale and fancy, even if the American Dream has always been a house.
[ Pitou has shed their work clothes in favor of lazier sportswear. When they're lying around at home in such things is one of the few times it is utterly clear that they are indeed anatomically female. Who needs a binder to lie around on the couch?
When Pitou opens the door, some of their cats already surge forward to investigate. A pair of bright-eyed calicos mew at Mafuyu demandingly. ]
Come on in, say hello to the cats, or they'll die.
[ The interior of the apartment is at first glance rather standard, slightly out of date kitchen looking out into an open living room. The furniture is mostly in dark colors, matched with beige pillows. It's really only as one begins to look at the little things on Pitou's walls and shelves that the space becomes more obviously theirs. They sure do like their dolls, ok. ]
[ "Or they'll die." Mafuyu knows cats that are like that, but she also owns a cat of her own and greets Pitou's like she does her own: ]
Hey, cats.
[ And moves on, side-eyeing the dolls with the unnerving sensation of too many eyes on her— scrutinizing, judging, it's creepy— but she does well enough in finding the kitchen and taking refuge there. Mafuyu loves kitchens. She'll just stay here. ]
[ She's 16, who drinks tea at 16? She needs something sugary. ]
Do you have coke, or apple juice, or chocolate milk?
[ Considering what the sword used to be, someone should probably question the sanitation of keeping it in the kitchen, but not Mafuyu. She zooms in on it immediately, without pretense— she earned it, it's hers— and pulls it out of the scabbard in all its glory.
...and whips her head around to look for any dolls she can use this on to try it out. ]
[ A slow blink. Wowowowow, what a gross list of things. ]
...I have coffee I could put a scoop of ice cream in?
[ How about that? Pitou leans back against the counter to watch as the girl eagerly takes to her new weapon. ]
Do be careful, I inlaid a steel blade into the bone so that you would have something more practical to sharpen. Bone would wear down just too quickly. You can, however, use the bone point in more of a stabbing motion.
[ That works for her- it'd be like an ice cream float, except the cream would melt in a millisecond and be just vanilla coffee. Actually, make it this: ]
I'll have ice cream with coffee drizzle.
[ Just enough to melt it. AKA very little coffee; she's going to get sick of the smell before long, with how she's coming to associate it with busywork— but maybe she can start associating it with cool things like this sword that she picks up and gives a few test jabs in the air. ]
This is so cool. SO COOL. I need someone to try it on.
There are people in town with healing abilities. You might try asking if any of them are willing to help you practice.
[ Pitou would certainly be interested in practicing on one of them. Also in performing experimental surgeries on them. Shouldn't they be using their powers for something that Pitou would find amusing?
They go to boil water for coffee, spooning ground coffee into a french press, and also getting down a bowl. Mafuyu has made herself plenty clear that the ice cream was the real draw there, so they'll put out two bowls worth. ]
[ Mafuyu makes a little face at that, hanging around the kitchen counter where she can stick the sword back into the scabbard and idly swing it around without bumping into chairs or other home decorum. ]
[ Mostly, she doesn't like relying on other people, especially leaving her life in their hands. ]
What sorta experiments are you talking about? Like, how bad of an injury can be healed. If you go to fight club on Sundays, you'll see all sorts. Or should, if Dante stops being a stick in the mud. [mumble mumble ]
Yes, I'd very much like to know how dire of an injury could be healed. There's also those who can heal others, and those who can only heal themselves. I'd like to know how they function different, how it functions at all.
[ But now they're just rambling. Going off on one of their mad scientist tangents. They turn back around to filter their coffee, plunging the french press and then pouring out a single cup. They move on to spooning out ice cream next. ]
[ Yeah, she can kind of see what people wouldn't be too keen on helping, but she also knows some stupidly self-sacrificial idiots who would offer to be in various states of near death if it meant placing trust in ~magic~ all for the greater good of knowledge and understanding. She would never do it, but fight club's not her problem anymore. ]
Sunday nights at Tatsuo's dojo, people go in there and fight each other for practice or something. Dante's in charge, but he keeps wanting to play it safe and doesn't let people go all out— how's anybody supposed to learn if they don't aim to kill?
That's the sorta attitude we need for fighting monsters, not this safety net foam sword stuff. Maybe if we get some healers to come too, Dante will let you experiment.
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She's lived in a house all her life, so being up so high feels weird. Sort of... up scale and fancy, even if the American Dream has always been a house.
Knock knock on your door, Pitou. ]
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When Pitou opens the door, some of their cats already surge forward to investigate. A pair of bright-eyed calicos mew at Mafuyu demandingly. ]
Come on in, say hello to the cats, or they'll die.
[ The interior of the apartment is at first glance rather standard, slightly out of date kitchen looking out into an open living room. The furniture is mostly in dark colors, matched with beige pillows. It's really only as one begins to look at the little things on Pitou's walls and shelves that the space becomes more obviously theirs. They sure do like their dolls, ok. ]
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Hey, cats.
[ And moves on, side-eyeing the dolls with the unnerving sensation of too many eyes on her— scrutinizing, judging, it's creepy— but she does well enough in finding the kitchen and taking refuge there. Mafuyu loves kitchens. She'll just stay here. ]
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Tea?
[ But they also place a sword in a leather scabbard onto their kitchen island. ]
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Do you have coke, or apple juice, or chocolate milk?
[ Considering what the sword used to be, someone should probably question the sanitation of keeping it in the kitchen, but not Mafuyu. She zooms in on it immediately, without pretense— she earned it, it's hers— and pulls it out of the scabbard in all its glory.
...and whips her head around to look for any dolls she can use this on to try it out. ]
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...I have coffee I could put a scoop of ice cream in?
[ How about that? Pitou leans back against the counter to watch as the girl eagerly takes to her new weapon. ]
Do be careful, I inlaid a steel blade into the bone so that you would have something more practical to sharpen. Bone would wear down just too quickly. You can, however, use the bone point in more of a stabbing motion.
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I'll have ice cream with coffee drizzle.
[ Just enough to melt it. AKA very little coffee; she's going to get sick of the smell before long, with how she's coming to associate it with busywork— but maybe she can start associating it with cool things like this sword that she picks up and gives a few test jabs in the air. ]
This is so cool. SO COOL. I need someone to try it on.
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[ Pitou would certainly be interested in practicing on one of them. Also in performing experimental surgeries on them. Shouldn't they be using their powers for something that Pitou would find amusing?
They go to boil water for coffee, spooning ground coffee into a french press, and also getting down a bowl. Mafuyu has made herself plenty clear that the ice cream was the real draw there, so they'll put out two bowls worth. ]
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Do you trust that stuff? Healing magic.
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[ An expansive shrug. ]
Whenever I say that people take it as some kind of threat and refuse to cooperate. They might take your request more innocently, I don't know.
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[ Mostly, she doesn't like relying on other people, especially leaving her life in their hands. ]
What sorta experiments are you talking about? Like, how bad of an injury can be healed. If you go to fight club on Sundays, you'll see all sorts. Or should, if Dante stops being a stick in the mud. [mumble mumble ]
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[ But now they're just rambling. Going off on one of their mad scientist tangents. They turn back around to filter their coffee, plunging the french press and then pouring out a single cup. They move on to spooning out ice cream next. ]
What's this about fight club?
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Sunday nights at Tatsuo's dojo, people go in there and fight each other for practice or something. Dante's in charge, but he keeps wanting to play it safe and doesn't let people go all out— how's anybody supposed to learn if they don't aim to kill?
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[ Totally dismissive. ]
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[ Real deadly potential!! that mafuyu looks excited about but alas, she's been banned from ever coming back. ]
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They won't like the way I play.
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[ Except the bars they've been kicked out of for fighting in... ]
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[ surely there's still some bars left they haven't been banned from... ]
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[ You don't even know what you're encouraging them to do, kid. Next stop: kidnap some drunken Retrospec user and experiment on them...... One day... ]