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WHO: Present Mic & unfortunate neighbor Khisanth, also Aizawa
WHERE: Mic's place
WHEN: today!
WHAT: hello pls feed
WARNINGS: n/a

[ It's late in the evening (how late? she's not sure; past midnight, probably), Khisanth is a little bit drunk, and she's decided she's hungry. She's lost track of her money, or maybe she spent it already? Either way, she's decided she won't be going out for food -- at least, not far. Next door is about far enough.

Hizashi was his name, wasn't it? He'd cooked well for her last time -- and willingly, which is the important part. Khisanth, currently (frequently, in fact) Onyx, knocks at his door loudly, then steps back to wait. Maybe he's sleeping. That would be fine, she supposes, seeing as she can simply let herself in. But she'll at least give him the benefit of the doubt and wait for an answer first. ]

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[Luckily for Khisanth/Onyx, Hizashi is indeed up and awake past the hour of midnight. He's doing something or other, pouring over papers or other work, or just wasting time on his phone because he doesn't know what to do with himself and sleeping is clearly last on his long (dubiously important) list of things to do. So when he hears the knocking at the door he's up on his feet quickly enough.

He is, however, a little cautious, especially considering the recent dinner and their guest. He peeks out of the little peephole, brows raising as soon as he sees who it is on the other side. He wastes no time in unlocking the door and opening it up.]

Onyx! Hey, everything okay yo? What do I get to thank for the visit? [He steps aside to let Khisanth in, lifting one finger up to his lips to indicate they should keep their voices low.]

[ It's a good thing her voice is naturally decidedly low and even, because Onyx certainly pays no heed at all to that silent shushing gesture. She steps in as the door is opened, glancing around with a faint interest. ]

I was in the area. [ That's usually what people say, right? But it doesn't quite get across the full scope of what she's after. Glancing over sidelong, she adds: ] And hungry.

[ hint. ]

[The "hint" gets Hizashi to laugh, much louder than he'd meant to, considering the other sleeping occupants of 007. He's quick to temper his volume, the sound still trembling through the apartment.]

Hungry huh? Didn't know I was running a restaurant. But I guess I can help you out since you're providing company! Tonight was feeling a little dull, you dig?

[It's just a matter of figuring out what to cook. Something that wouldn't take a lot of effort, be quick, and apparently -- be appetizing to someone just a little tipsy, if he's observing right.]

Just make yourself at home. [As though she wasn't already, to be honest. It just makes Hizashi chuckle more, but this time he's aware enough to keep it quiet, his humor mostly a shake of his shoulders as he starts to rummage through the kitchen for something to throw together.]

[ Oh, good, she thought she could count on him. A pleased smile crosses Onyx's face, a rare sight, and she makes herself comfortable at a bar stool on the kitchen island. ]

That's right. Amusement for food. [ She can be amusing, right? She considers it for a moment, looking thoughtful as the smile fades out again. ] I could ... tell you a story.

Sure, if you've got a story you wanna tell me, Onyx! [He's already shoving an apron on, a carton of eggs emerging from the fridge followed by already cooked fried rice and a few other extras. It's not going to be anything fancy, this 1am meal, but it'll be filling.]

What kind of adventures have you been up to lately? Haven't seen you in a while! [He pours a tall glass of water for her, for now, setting it in front of where she's sitting before he returns to the stove and what he's doing to cook.]

I've been -- busy.

[ She's been partying, actually. All of her adventures have been either drunken revelry, or exploring this wide and strange new world. The latter almost certainly wouldn't sound like an adventure to anyone used to this kind of place. Still, though, now that she's thinking about it ... a little dreamily: ]

There's a canyon in the west so deep that it takes almost half a minute to reach the bottom, free falling.

Busy huh?

[Up to mischief. He knows how to read that. He's not going to say anything though. Onyx is a grown woman, if she wants to get into trouble on her own time, that's up to her! But the story he gets from her next isn't one that he'd expected. Turning from the food he's cooking, he arches a brow at her.]

Oh yeah? Are you talking about uhhh the Grand Canyon, I think it's called? [he's pretty sure that's the name of the bigger landmark out to the west.] If you traveled all the way out there no wonder I haven't seen you hanging about around here, yo!

[ She shrugs faintly at his guess. There were no sign posts to identify it from above, and she's barely interested in human names for things regardless. ]

It was beautiful. [ She hasn't quite lost the admiring air, like she's picturing it in her head. ] There's a river at the very bottom. It's paltry and shallow, but refreshing. It must have carved through all that stone.

[ Recovering herself with a blink: ] But -- that's hardly a story. I haven't created any yet, in this world.

Sounds like you had a pretty inspirational trip! That's enough of a story for me! But what about something exciting from your world then, yo? Your favorite story, whatever it is.

[He imagines there's a lot she could tell him about, though he's next to clueless as far as subject matter. The way THIS world works, America or Earth in general definitely seems to be foreign to her.]

[ She leans back in her chair to consider that, eyes on the ceiling. She has a lot of half remembered stories from her infancy, but she doubts she could do them justice. Instead ... ]

Have you ever heard of a nymphid?

[ This one is a little personal and maybe not the best idea, but she’s drunk. ]

Edited (fuck if i know how to spell this fantasy bullshit) 2020-07-29 21:22 (UTC)

[The sound of rice cooking on the skillet cuts into the atmosphere, and Hizashi shifts to quickly cut down the heat on the stove as he glances back at Khisanth. A what?]

Mmm, some kind of faerie or something right? [He laughs, paying attention to the food again for a moment as he shifts gears and starts cracking a few eggs. Honestly, cooking for someone is a good distraction from the endless ridiculous social media scrolling he was participating in.

Maybe Khisanth did him a favor] Why?

[ She nods absently. ]

Something like that. Little things with gossamer wings. They’re rare, where I’m from. They know natural magic and all sorts of secrets —- but there’s only three of them left. Two males and a female. And she was especially gifted, but it didn’t stop her from getting captured and carried off by a human.

[ She frowns faintly. That always bothered her, to know powers couldn’t stop a simple human. ]

The other two didn’t know where she’d gone, or how to get her back, and the older one — her father —- is so old.

[He almost misses the frown considering where his focus is, at the moment. He's doing his best to split his attention between cooking and his guest and catches the end of the frown before Khisanth talks again.]

Captured huh? Hmm... Anyone who'd do that isn't exactly a good kind of person, are they? [It doesn't even matter what species anyone is in this situation he thinks, kidnapping is inherently wrong. But, he knows this isn't the WHOLE story.]

So what happened, yo? Did they manage to find out where she got carried of to?

They knew the town where she was kept -- and they knew that they weren't strong enough to go in among the humans and try to get her back.

[ Here she smiles faintly. ]

So they found someone stronger to help them. They offered to teach her some of that magic and wisdom, in exchange she would get back the little missing nymhpid. It was an elegant solution.

[ Dinner has been acquired, courtesy of Hizashi, who has made the mistake of then leaving her unsupervised with it to duck out for buying drinks. To be fair it's been fine so far -- she's been good, merely sitting on the couch at 2AM to enjoy something with egg and rice that she can't really put a name to. He'd told her, but she wasn't listening.

Good behavior might be nearing an end, though. When she's about half through her omurice she (somewhat drunkenly) decides it's an excellent time for a bit of magic practice, which is what leads to the strange woman sitting in someone else's apartment playing with little lights that dance from finger to finger. It's an easy spell, but she'll grudgingly admit there's no harm in reinforcing the foundations now and then. ]

[It isn't any sort of noise that wakes him. He's only been here a month, but he's learned to filter through what are Danger Sounds and what are just background noise to sharing living arrangements with four other people--which admittedly is difficult enough for him, but one does what one must. Honestly? He just has trouble sleeping more than four hours at a stretch in general, which is what leads to a still-mostly-unconscious Aizawa stumbling from his room at 2am, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water.

His vision is blurry, and he's not exactly looking to begin with, which might possibly explain the grumpy, haggard, and yet still somehow authoritative voice that emerges from the dark-haired shuffling body coming in from the hall.]

Todoroki, quit playing with your quirk inside. That couch is flammable, and if you burn this house down you're going to be in trouble until you're forty.

[ She likes to think she'd normally realize she had company much before he could speak, she's just -- distracted (drunk). Onyx blinks, closes her hand around those little lights, and shoots a frown over the back of the couch. Who the hell is Todoroki. ]

It's not fire.

[ There are a lot of questions to ask here, but let's start with that one. ]

[They're both distracted, clearly, or he'd have realized even with blurry vision that the body on the couch isn't a 15-year-old boy. The voice is definitely a clue, though, and Shouta stops with a glass in his hand, not quite poised like he's going to throw it.]

Who are you, and why are you in my house?

[ She frowns. How rude. She was ... if not invited in, at least not stopped from walking in. That has to count for something. She shifts to sling an arm along the back of the couch, the better to keep an eye on this guy. ]

Onyx. I'm here for dinner.

[ That's what you call it at 2AM still, right? A little accusingly: ] Who are you?

Aizawa. Again--I live here.

[He doesn't seem to be at all intimidated by her accusing tone, or the way she's looking at him, instead continuing on his mission to get a glass of water.]

Where's your host?

[He's rude, this one. Sorry about that.]

[ The name means nothing to her. Has Hizashi ever mentioned this guy? Also, would it matter if he had? Onyx works it over slowly, and decides it's all fine. She leans back against the couch again. ]

I don't know. [ Wait ... yes she does. A correction, after a bit of inebriated thought: ] No, out to get drinks.

[Honestly it's anyone's guess. Even if Hizashi had mentioned his name, he's still a stranger--as she is.

He's just gonna lean back against the counter, eyeing her flatly over his glass. Dinner in the middle of the night, drinks at 2am, leaving basically a stranger in the house--]

...I'm really gonna have to have a talk with Hizashi.

[Look, he's known the man for half his life, he can tell when something has his name written all over it.]

About what?

[ It's asked with all the idle and unassuming curiosity of someone who has no idea that's code for stern disapproval. What's the talk gonna be about, huh?? ]

About leaving strangers alone in our house when he knows I'm sleeping in the next room.

[Aha, so he was right. Hizashi....ugh. Honestly his expression should say it all when it comes to his meaning. Then again, maybe it's hard to tell. Even as a stranger, he gives the impression that his face is just kinda....stuck that way.]

[ Aha, that she can understand, and an amused (if not strictly kind-looking) smile lights her face. ]

Did you think I would slip in and kill you?

[Well that certainly gets a reaction, Shouta snorting in clear amusement as one corner of his mouth tugs upwards in a lopsided grin that almost reflects her own. It isn't that he doesn't believe her capable of it, necessarily; he knows dangerous when it's sitting on his couch. But Hizashi wouldn't allow anyone inside who might hurt him or one of the kids, so that's obviously not something to worry about.]

More like I'm surprised that he'd leave anyone he wanted to stay friends with with me unsupervised. I tend to leave an impression.

[ She's almost disappointed that wasn't the assumption, and the smile fades with a sigh. She does study him with some curiosity, though, and when the reasoning doesn't immediately present itself: ]

Of what? You seem ... [ human?? she's bad at reading abnormalities. ] Fine.

No offense meant to your no-doubt-considerable murder skills.

[If he didn't know any better, he'd think she was disappointed when he assumed otherwise. And maybe he doesn't know any better, or maybe he's just got a good sense for others who like to make sure everyone around them is just a little off-balance.]

I'm rude, unkempt, and don't care if I piss people off. As long as you don't mind that, 'fine' is a good enough word.

[ Huh, she guesses he is a little unkempt. She doesn't have the best handle on the kind of things human males are supposed to be wearing and looking like, he still seems within the realm of acceptable. ('Unacceptable' being, she supposes, naked. ]

You don't seem that rude. [ Thoughtful, as she reviews their interaction so far. ] Just blunt. There are worse ways to conduct yourself.

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cross your fingers hold your toes

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and now for something completely different

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! that is such a nice looking icon

right? I wish I could find the artist ;;

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