[While walking through the dark underground, a few unusual sounds may catch the ear of passerby. One is the muffled sound of a woman crying. The other is a repetitive thunk, thunk that's hard to pin down. Following the sound will eventually reveal it's source, though.]
P- [hic] Please, someone! Help!
[There's a lot going on. The crying woman appears to be situated inside a faintly glowing orb. It reeks of magic let out in a crisis, barely contained, but it seems to be holding for now. The plinking sounds are smaller worms constantly jumping at and bouncing off the barrier. The larger ones seem to realize it's a fool's errand- or that her magic will run out eventually- or maybe just that she learned her lesson from going near the eggs. The little ones, though, keep plunking at it with abandon.]
Anyone! Please!
[this housewife isn't suited to combat!!]
b. slimy yet... satisfying?
Ah, um...
[A marketplace is at least slightly more normal for Miruko to be walking around. Everything is strange and dream-like but a market is still a market. She's currently haggling? Bargaining? Talking with the owner of one of the stalls. He's got a wide array of skewered meats and some of them make it pretty obvious what they came from- there's still legs on them.]
Don't you have any leeks? [No.] Cabbage? [No.] Radishes? [No.]
[It seems like no matter how many times she asks, the answer will be no.]
P- P- Potatoes?
[That one gets an affirmative nod. She's startled. The man at the stall pulls out- something that might resemble a potato, if that potato were left in a cave and grew eyes like that one sheep grew wool. The price he calls for is also exorbitant. Her mouth hangs open for a moment before she's sharply told to make up her mind, other customers were waiting.]
I- I'm so sorry! [she apologizes, then swings her head and apologizes to anyone behind her as well] Sorry- truly sorry- um... one skewer, please.
[... it's still wriggling a little...]
c. is this what an otoge protag feels like?
[There's a small crowd of monsters at one end of the marketplace. They're centered around a short woman who looks... very overwhelmed. They appear to be showing off muscles, magic, and making offers. To passerby, it might looks like monsters somehow propositioning a monster. After all, Miruko's small horns and ears make her look more like a faun than anything else. Still, she ended up healing someone and... now this happened.]
Oh, um, that's- that's very nice-
[her body language is like a startled prey animal but her eyes wander as hungrily as any hunter]
That's- um- excuse me for a moment!
[she ducks away to a fountain to splash her face with water. Even after that, her cheeks are burning hot. And, well, she had a little trouble not smiling like an idiot? She glances at the person next to her in this area of relative privacy, knowing that when she went back out she'd probably be surrounded by eager monsters again.]
The locals here are, ah... very friendly, aren't they?
wildcard
[if you want to thread with a cow housewife (cowsewife) but the above options don't look good, let me know! I'm up for anything. 'v']
Miruko Tanaka | Original Character | Witch
[While walking through the dark underground, a few unusual sounds may catch the ear of passerby. One is the muffled sound of a woman crying. The other is a repetitive thunk, thunk that's hard to pin down. Following the sound will eventually reveal it's source, though.]
P- [hic] Please, someone! Help!
[There's a lot going on. The crying woman appears to be situated inside a faintly glowing orb. It reeks of magic let out in a crisis, barely contained, but it seems to be holding for now. The plinking sounds are smaller worms constantly jumping at and bouncing off the barrier. The larger ones seem to realize it's a fool's errand- or that her magic will run out eventually- or maybe just that she learned her lesson from going near the eggs. The little ones, though, keep plunking at it with abandon.]
Anyone! Please!
[this housewife isn't suited to combat!!]
b. slimy yet... satisfying?
Ah, um...
[A marketplace is at least slightly more normal for Miruko to be walking around. Everything is strange and dream-like but a market is still a market. She's currently haggling? Bargaining? Talking with the owner of one of the stalls. He's got a wide array of skewered meats and some of them make it pretty obvious what they came from- there's still legs on them.]
Don't you have any leeks? [No.] Cabbage? [No.] Radishes? [No.]
[It seems like no matter how many times she asks, the answer will be no.]
P- P- Potatoes?
[That one gets an affirmative nod. She's startled. The man at the stall pulls out- something that might resemble a potato, if that potato were left in a cave and grew eyes like that one sheep grew wool. The price he calls for is also exorbitant. Her mouth hangs open for a moment before she's sharply told to make up her mind, other customers were waiting.]
I- I'm so sorry! [she apologizes, then swings her head and apologizes to anyone behind her as well] Sorry- truly sorry- um... one skewer, please.
[... it's still wriggling a little...]
c. is this what an otoge protag feels like?
[There's a small crowd of monsters at one end of the marketplace. They're centered around a short woman who looks... very overwhelmed. They appear to be showing off muscles, magic, and making offers. To passerby, it might looks like monsters somehow propositioning a monster. After all, Miruko's small horns and ears make her look more like a faun than anything else. Still, she ended up healing someone and... now this happened.]
Oh, um, that's- that's very nice-
[her body language is like a startled prey animal but her eyes wander as hungrily as any hunter]
That's- um- excuse me for a moment!
[she ducks away to a fountain to splash her face with water. Even after that, her cheeks are burning hot. And, well, she had a little trouble not smiling like an idiot? She glances at the person next to her in this area of relative privacy, knowing that when she went back out she'd probably be surrounded by eager monsters again.]
The locals here are, ah... very friendly, aren't they?
wildcard
[if you want to thread with a cow housewife (cowsewife) but the above options don't look good, let me know! I'm up for anything. 'v']