Anonymous 2016/11/09 (Wed) 09:29 No. 192390 ▼
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There's many, many things that you could tell this diminutive troll, but right now, you're settling on... yes, first off, the thing she's probably curious about the most is how good you are at not getting chewed up. And the answer to that is aura! Now, how to convey the idea of soul-shielding without words, and also without telling her that it can deplete and leave you actually vulnerable, because you don't want her getting any more ideas than she's already got.
Fortunately, this part of your charades is something you can provide an actual demonstration for. You crack a grin as you prepare to blow her mind, making a show of bringing your hand up in front of her face, and flare aura, a pinkish haze enveloping you and tinting your vision the same lovely color - and then she bites you.
You suck in a hiss through your teeth as hers, so very sharp, sink into the meat of your palm. Your attempt to jerk loose is stymied by a jaw like a Beowulf, and the same stubborn bloody-mindedness to match. At least she's not doing any damage, but it still hurts, aura or no, which is why your other hand comes up, poised to slap her... right before she pulls loose, eyebrows drawing tightly together in confusion.
"Huh," she says, running her tongue over her teeth. "...Y'know, people usually're missing chunks when I get my chompers in 'em. Is that what your glowy stuff is, some kinda magic defense?"
You change modes from 'slap' to 'punch', and smash your fist right into her nose. Her eyes bug out for half a moment on impact, and then she's flying, because aura-bolstered strength is no joke. You watch with vicious satisfaction as she slams into a tree hard enough to leave cracks in the bark - and then she bounces off it, landing on her feet with her eyes crossed, eyelids fluttering rapidly, and a big, stupid grin still on her lips. "Wow! You've got some really cool tricks for an Outsider, lady!"
"Oh, God, you might be in some serious trouble here.
She stumbles ahead, teetering back and forth with every step, until she's right in front of you once again. A few hard shakes of her head clear out the worst effects of your blow, and then she's looking you in the eye with something akin to awe. "That was really neat! But also maybe lay off with the fisty hands now, 'kay?"
You nod, still dumbstruck by this maybe-not-actually-a-wannabe-Grimm. After a moment, you snap out of it, your aura fading so you don't burn through it all just showing off. Which, in a place with people like her, is a pretty big concern, actually. Your curiosity is piqued by her repeated mentions of Outsiders, so you jab a thumb at your chest and then point up at the sky, doing your best to indicate Outsiderness, whatever that means.
She takes a good, long look at where you're pointing. "...Yep, that's the great outdoors, all right."
You sigh, massaging your eyes.
She giggles, stretching her arms out again. "Okay, for really real absolutely serious, you ain't from around Gensokyo! Unless that one thing you wrote stuff on is a weird kappa gadget or something and you're actually a youkai, but I think I'd have seen ya before if you were, cuz you're pretty good at standing out! So that's why I'm calling ya an Outsider. Means I can eat ya without anyone really getting mad at me about it."
She's a cannibalistic xenophobe. Amazing.
"Now, hey, I toldja about that, so- what about the teleporty stuff you were showing off? How's that go?"
Your lips draw together as you consider how wise it is to explain your main trick... but then, she's already seen it in action once. So you smile again, confidence oozing out your every pore, and lean closer. She cranes her head sideways to watch as you walk your fingers along one of her outstretched arms, and indicate a pair of hunters, one a deadly, beautiful, and perfectly-sized bombshell, and the other a brainless dolt. The dolt swoops in to attack, thinking he's got the siren right where he wants her - but wait! The moment he strikes, the beauty shatters (here depicted by you splaying out your hand), and reforms behind the idiot instead. He has a moment to look about before he's fatally interrupted by a blade driven straight through his chest-
And then you maybe lose yourself for a bit in miming out the 'stabbing'.
"So that's how it goes!" says the dolt you're actually sharing the same air with (how horrifying), head cocked and smile unwavering. "What, can ya just do that whenever?"
"Is that so?? she mutters, more to herself than anything.
And then she slugs you in the jaw.
You shatter and reappear atop her shoulders, one hand planted on your hip, the other resting your umbrella against your shoulder, and look down to give her a smile that's all teeth. She reciprocates, although her smile actually seems genuine. "You're doing me a serious rudeness, y'know that?"
Nothing ruder than what she did to you just now, you indicate with a single elegant quirk of an eyebrow.
"Okay, good point." She shrugs, but you maintain your footing without issue. "Still not any closer to figurin' out how you did that thing, but I got the why of it down pretty pat. Like, check it; you get shot or sliced or some other way nasty thing, and then you go the way of serious property damage and pop up good as new! Unless I'm totally wrong, in which case you oughta tell me."
"Also you got a rip right in the seat of your pants, there."
You most certainly do not, and bop her on the ear with your foot for daring to suggest you'd take such poor care of your wardrobe.
The girl grins widely up at you, regardless. "I was maybe messing with ya, yeah. Anyway, yo, I don't mind and all, but my balance might get super weird with you up top like this? Like, I have never had this specific thing happening to me right now ever happen before. I can't really say for sure how it goes, right? So maybe I'll take a step to the right-"
She does so, but you, naturally, don't even teeter a bit - you've balanced on things more precarious than a girl who's doing her level best to hold steady, after all.
"-and you'll be super good at staying balanced, wow!"
You have had a lot of practice! Something you're very grateful for, in fact, as she steps to the left, then to the right, then spins and twirls and hops and dances about, doing her level best to fling you from her shoulders without just out-and-out doing so. You, however, are more than she's bargained for, holding your ground through all with supreme self-assuredness, right up until she comes to a sudden jerking halt.
"Right!" she says, sounding far too eager for your liking. "I think my buddies would love to see this! Hang on!"
You almost lose your balance when she lifts off the ground without any of the motions you generally associate with that kind of thing, but you steady yourself as she just... floats upward. Goodness, you're on a fast track for the treetops- what is this blackness forming around her.
If she notices your alarm at all, she sure doesn't seem to show it- not that you can see through the (already almost pitch-dark) sphere that's enveloped her. You can just faintly make her looking up at you through it, those red eyes glowing clear through the black.
"You okay up there?" she asks, sounding genuinely concerned. "If you fall and break your neck, I ain't taking responsibility for it!"
You nod, then look away, the better for her not to see your smile falter. It's not the first time you've ever met someone like this, working with Roman, but if she's really what you think she is...
She hasn't tried to eat you more than twice, yet.
So there's that.
[X] Reservations about your ride aside, you honestly can't say you've ever shown up somewhere perched on a flying girl's shoulders! It'd certainly make an impression to make on her friends, and you do so love to be the center of attention. Maybe you'll learn something useful from them, at that.
[X] You've about had your fill of small eccentric cannibal children for the moment, thanks, and going to meet more doesn't sound fun at all. Hop off, sail down (thanks, umbrella!), make your escape, and find some folks to properly bother.