Zero;

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W1 - POST TRIAL

[foxweddings]

Well, that was eventful.

[So says Tamamo after she's had a fresh shower, because frankly she's too tired to fight over the bed and just wants to feel a little more polished after all of that nonsense. Are there towels? Uh if not, she's gonna walk around naked, sorry roommate. She'll at least pretend to be quick about putting her kimono back on.]

I forgot how much I hate dealing with demons.

[fleuris]

[ i don't think the towels restock themselves, so... ]

As much as you hate doing the laundry?

[ Zero's sprawled out on the bed, limbs taking up a good chunk of space. she's tiiiiired, why doesn't the ballroom have chairs or something useful? ]

Daemons have the decency to be gigantic, obnoxious targets in my world. What are they like in yours?

[foxweddings]

It varied... some where large, like pillars, with thousands of eyes staring into your soul.

[A simple shrug, as she pulls her kimono over her frame]

Those were formidable, but easy enough to deal with. The ones I couldn't stand were the demons that hid away like vermin.

week 2, post trial, some ungodly hour probably

[fleuris]

[ Zero just. walks in and collapses on the couch, staring blankly up at the ceiling. this is fine? this is fine. eeeeeeverything is fine.

... oh right, her roommate. was she asleep or something? ]

You awake?

[foxweddings]

Hmph. Unfortunately.

[SHE HAS CLAIMED THE BED well sorta. More like she's trying to drown her entire face in a pillow]

I'll get no sleep tonight, so if you want the bed, you may take it.

[fleuris]

[ she just lets out a bark of laughter and doesn't move. ]

I don't think the dreams would be worth it. [ ... ] You?

W3 - Wednesday

[foxweddings]

[Well they are roommates.

So Zero gets front-row seats at Tamamo snarling in irritation when she sees an arrow of all things on her bed, knowing damn well what this will mean--]

Zero-chan, if you are here, stay in the bathroom for the love of the gods--!

[Because it won't be long before Tamamo is compelled to start touching things, and as she has a good idea what this memory might entail.

Yeah.

She'd rather not be in a position to share.]

[fleuris]

[ see, Tamamo, the problem when you say things like that is you inspire curiosity. so naturally Zero is going to poke her head out of the bathroom to see what all the fuss is about. ]

Huh? You say something?

[ ... hey were those arrows here before...? has Tamamo had a bow hidden somewhere this whole time??? ]

[foxweddings]

[WHELP time to die.

-- Perhaps literally in this case.

Because once that barrier encases both of them, the ceiling of their bedroom will turn into a sky, and it darkens like it might split open with rain at any second. They both stand in a wheat field that would normally glitter as gold in the sun.

It's stained over with blood today. And many, many corpses. Thousands garbed in armor, their expressions twisted in fear and pain.

A woman stands among the carnage -- Tamamo, of course, this is her memory after all -- and she looks very similar to the version Zero often sees: pink hair, golden eyes, fox ears, an ornate, blue kimono that trails behind her.

She is covered in blood as well, every inch of her splattered with it. At least seven arrows have been shot into her body and dangle with every pant of fatigue and pain, arms doing what they can to cover her trembling frame.

In the distance there is the howl of soldiers gearing up for another attack. Exhausted, Tamamo can only limp in the opposite direction as her voice croaks.

"-- Please, I did not mean-- I never wanted to hurt anyone... I will leave you all alone, so please..."

No one hears her. Even if she were able to scream, it would be drowned out by the roar of blind human vengeance. Tamamo attempts to quicken her pace even as her wounds bleed.

And then -- a glimmer of silver streaks through the air like a shooting star, and the next second it embeds itself through the woman's chest. An enchanted arrow, as any good myth would tell. Meant to slay an evil beast.

She still has enough in her to scream and cry in her death throes, to curse, to hate, before her body collapses in a heap and disappears amidst the wheat.]

... Well then.

[The real Tamamo just stands there with a hand pressed into her hip, expression cold. The barrier remains up, but at least the vision has ended.]

week 3, thursday, 7PM

[fleuris]

[ so, this is just to get this out here since i'm sure Tamamo would notice and also Zero is a little weirded out? but.

in the closet, there's now another set of Zero's normal clothes. you know, the ones she usually wears instead of her casual rebel hobo look. they're, uh, completely soaked in blood. ]

... Great.

[ the closet floor is going to get stained. :( ]

[foxweddings]

[HEY ROOMMATE WTF]

... I trust that is not your blood.

[staring at this nonsense from the bed]

[fleuris]

Obviously not.

[ she frowns and flicks the hanger absently. nope, the bloody dress is still here. ]

You ever have clothes show up out of nowhere?

[ did she do something that made a sex demon really happy??? ]

W3; post-execution

[foxweddings]

[By the time Zero finds her, Tamamo is clean, refreshed, and bandaged, if sporting a completely different look than usual. She had to go thrift-shopping in the boutique for clothes and her findings include short-shorts, a crop-top, and thigh high boots.

She did what she could, okay?]

God, I'm going to catch a chill like this.

[She's also in the middle of gathering up towels? Because a bitch might've used up their supply trying to wash demon goo out of her tails.]

[fleuris]

[ so she went shopping naked or the boutique is covered in slime now. good to know! ]

Steal some of Junpei's clothes then.

[ Zero offers absolutely no help with gathering up towels from her spot on the couch. ]

[foxweddings]

-- That is perhaps the best idea you've had since showing up here.

[She is 100% down with this, I'm crying]

week 4, friday, post investigation, 9PM(?)

[fleuris]

[ Zero's just going to drop a large bottle of some alcohol on the table between them as she pulls up a chair. ]

Fuck people.

[ hello ]

[foxweddings]

[The worst part is that Tamamo has already started, probably nursing a shot and having three discarded glasses nearby.

She takes one look at that bottle, downs her current drink, and then proceeds to reach over without a pause]

Indeed.

[F U C K people]

... Where you close to him at all? Shiraishi-san.

[fleuris]

Sort of?

[ why do people keep asking her that, she feels nothing for no one >( ]

He was different from a lot of the people here. It was interesting.

W4, post trial

[foxweddings]

[She's still sporting a lowkey hangover so no alcohol for her tonight. Tamamo will instead recline on the couch, a pillow covering her face because fuck the world, honestly.

Though upon hearing Zero enter the room, she'll mumble something -- a greeting, a sigh, something filthy. Who knows?]

[fleuris]

[ Zero is many things.

quiet is not, sadly, one of them. ]

What? I can't hear you.

[ her voice is a little garbled. likely due to the roll of bread she has in he mouth. ]

[foxweddings]

[ZERO WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS

Says the fox mumbling into the pillow. Eventually she'll turn her face enough that the pillow falls to the floor, and Tamamo sighs]

I said "congratulations on our victory", even if it feels rather empty, given who we lost.

[Don't be a nice person on this ship; you'll die sooner]

W5, Tuesday

[foxweddings]

[Well.

She didn't... clog up the shower, at least.

But apparently washing nine tails is a chore given how exasperated Tamamo is coming out of there, only barely wrapped in a towel -- if it counts as wrapping at all. Seriously, the nine tails makes for some issues when it comes to the state of her dress.

Either way, she doesn't look particularly bothered. She wrung out enough water from her tails that Zero (hopefully) can't bitch at her about getting the floors wet, and she's ready to air-dry for the rest of the early afternoon. If Zero is around, too bad, she ain't putting on clothes.]

cha chas in, belatedly,,,,

[fleuris]

[ Zero is not, in fact, around. she's out and trying to keep herself entertained, because this place is really lacking in useful reading material. when she finally returns to the room, several hours have passed, and Tamamo is likely dry.

... that's not Tamamo, that's a giant ball of fluff on the bed. ]

What the hell happened to you? Lose a fight with a blowdryer?

week 5, post trial

[fleuris]

[ hey roomie, wherever you are, Zero's going to show up, leaning on the doorway. ]

You know, I thought it was cats that had nine lives, not foxes.

[foxweddings]

Hmmm~ Don't sound so disappointed that we still have to share the bed on occasion.

[Yeah while she's sad that Taako is gone, given how much energy he gave off, Tamamo ain't sorry at all about doing Catra dirty. Her tails give an amused wag as she lounges on the couch]