Manaka "Girl Scout from Hell" Sajyou (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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silph_co2016-09-06 03:35 pm
beastofasister) wrote in silph_co2016-09-06 03:35 pm
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[Manaka probably makes for an unusual sight: a young girl, wandering the Rocket base behind a Litwick's guiding flame, barefooted and dressed in a torn and bloodied dress despite looking no worse for wear herself. And that's not even mentioning the elaborate symbol etched on her chest, left in plain view by her tattered clothes.
But the way she must look to other people doesn't occur to Manaka herself. She's too concerned with her surroundings, her eyes wide and raptly intent as she swings her gaze this way and that. Frankly, the walls shouldn't be as fascinating as she seems to think they are, but she stares at them like they're the most interesting thing she's seen in her life.
As she and her apparent guide reach the end of the hallway, the Litwick hangs a left. Manaka only realizes when the light disappears from her peripheral vision, so she skips a step faster to catch up, turning the corner and—
—and bumping directly into another person.
It isn't a very forceful collision. Certainly not enough to knock anyone over. And yet, Manaka staggers a step back, eyes wide and shell-shocked, before her knees just...buckle beneath her. It looks less like a genuine fall and more like her legs gave up on supporting her weight.
For a second, she sits unmoving on the floor, face frozen in an expression of blank shock. Then, she starts to... Giggle?]
I, aha, I apologize! I didn't know you were there.
[It's a strange feeling, half-giddy and half-hysterical, and she doesn't quite know what to do with it. So she just sits and laughs.]
But the way she must look to other people doesn't occur to Manaka herself. She's too concerned with her surroundings, her eyes wide and raptly intent as she swings her gaze this way and that. Frankly, the walls shouldn't be as fascinating as she seems to think they are, but she stares at them like they're the most interesting thing she's seen in her life.
As she and her apparent guide reach the end of the hallway, the Litwick hangs a left. Manaka only realizes when the light disappears from her peripheral vision, so she skips a step faster to catch up, turning the corner and—
—and bumping directly into another person.
It isn't a very forceful collision. Certainly not enough to knock anyone over. And yet, Manaka staggers a step back, eyes wide and shell-shocked, before her knees just...buckle beneath her. It looks less like a genuine fall and more like her legs gave up on supporting her weight.
For a second, she sits unmoving on the floor, face frozen in an expression of blank shock. Then, she starts to... Giggle?]
I, aha, I apologize! I didn't know you were there.
[It's a strange feeling, half-giddy and half-hysterical, and she doesn't quite know what to do with it. So she just sits and laughs.]
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Mm, okay! As long as you're eating something other than cruddy cafeteria food. But I'm really good at cooking— I had to learn after my mama died.
[She lets that piece of information slip, but doesn't linger on it. Better not to belabor the point.
And just wait until she puts a bento box together for you, Jack.]
What about... Books, or anything like that? If I'm going to be here, I should learn more about how everything works.
[Also, she has a crippling inability to derive true joy from anything that might resemble a hobby.]
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[They're user guides for people born on this planet. Someone ought to publish a pamphlet for off worlders.]
And I'll warn you now, there's nothing but recent history available. Everything further back's just...weird legends and folklore and myths. Mostly about a magic space llama. Apparently that's God, here.
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[She would know! Not that she plans on saying anything about the Holy Grail War now, if at all.]
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[Which not even the locals can really provide. They'll talk, and be perfectly friendly - unless they're assholes - and talk about Pokemon and battle strategy and where to find what for hours, but trying to get any real information...]
It's a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a tinny musically accompanied veneer of sickening cuteness.