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you’ve heard of white magicians girls before, now here’s another proposal: ivory-clad magical girl who looks into the future and has ruthless traits ! hey, isn’t that cool ?

once again i thank you for my stay in isola and how i’ve gotten a chance to write with various different characters and whatnot. it was about time i did this with oriko anyhow, but this is a relationship ad post, so please check out whether anything below here interests you !

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FRIENDSHIPS; this one is...tricky, in a way. oriko has difficulties opening herself to other, due to various painful experiences in her past - whether among her relatives or her peers - with one person to truly call her friend. but perhaps, perhaps it could help her soften up...or, maybe, she could be a toxic influence ? who knows.

ENEMIES & RIVALS; do not understimate her looks, she’s not someone you’d like as your enemy. poke around the corner, tests her limits, and see just how far can you push her.

ALLIES; honestly, the 2nd most likely thing i can see. oriko doesn’t trust the headmasters of spirale in the slightest, thinking of the island’s seemingly utopic appearance and the forceful kidnappings of its inhabitants being extremely fishy for her. she won’t quietly accept this - she’s no normal teenager girl, and you must be willing to do some less than savory things, no ?

Reina had no issues in being seen as dangerous in fact when people commented about her threat level she felt relaxed figuring it might keep the person told away from her. In this situation, however, she felt as though she was dangerous for the worst reason. The consumption of meat always made her turn her nose up in disgust, but now it was all she could think about. 

“I ate it and felt hungry again so I ate a fruit as I usually would and got sick, seems this body rejects normal food items.” Raw meat was the most appealing, well next to that of another creatures. Her eyes darted to Oriko for a moment as she sat in silence before curtly nodding. “Yeah.”

💚🍵💚⚪ : So she can’t eat any normal food, isn’t it ? The candy surely had strange effects; she wasn’t sure what it was. One was never too sure, now. How odd. The candies have something, whatever it must be, then. 

“It was offered, something about saying my costume looked nice and to take a candy as a prize or something.” The person who gave it to her also had her say the trick-or-treat phrase which when she uttered it had been more of a question. Absentmindedly she scraped her claws across each other occasionally missing and hitting her palm. 

Reina actively tried to not look at Oriko fearful that she might want to attack her and consume; hungry yeah she was hungry. “Not particularly at the time, I just wanted to know what the big deal was.” Her scent was appealing, and intoxicating her senses; she had to bite her own lip to keep herself under control. “I’m hungry now though, seems it hasn’t stopped since I ate that thing.” 

💚🍵💚⚪ : Her smile is less wide; they’re giving them candy, now. For what purpose, she couldn’t tell. Oriko nodded, “I see.” Night was settling down, lights blossoming in the dark and laughter echoing not so far away from the pair. It might have been a productive night for them. The hunger in Reina’s face didn’t go amiss, neither the way she bit her lip, a fact that made the prophet wary.

“I have had quite a few interesting customers, admittedly…” he would admit with a frown, letting a hand rest on his chin. Perhaps there were festivities happening deeper in the wood…? Then again, it felt strange that there were so many random youkai visiting his shop lately. Not that they seemed to buy anything, most of the time… “… Actually, that explains a lot I think. And pound cake sounds like a good idea to make, actually… oh, and perhaps pumpkin mochi even. I wonder what that might taste like…”

“… Also, Mikuni-san, as ‘small’ as you might say this place is, I rarely have a need to leave. After all, there’s just about nothing here I lack,” he exclaims in full confidence, grandly gesturing his arms wide to the entirety of his pumpkin and junk filled room.

“Er… anyhow, I haven’t. Is the corpse bride some sort of urban legend?”

💚🍵💚⚪ :  Rather literally, she’d predicted the streets would be filled with various types of monsters, though never to this extent. “ Pumpkin mochi, hmm...I can’t say I ever had it. Still, it is worth a try if you want it. ” She’s certainly one to talk; pound cakes, sure, she’s done them. Mochi, not really, no. That’d be fairly more challenging than a mere cake.

And, well, the place was hardly a tidy one: not with all those pumpkins and halloween things, at least. It just made its small size all more evident, but it was funny and comforting both that he held such pride in his store. She could barely muster it up for her own home.

💚🍵💚⚪ :  Corpse bride and golden dragon; an unlike pair, but what wasn’t unusual in Spirale ? Who he is isn’t a mystery to her; the attitude and the yellow haori are enough for Oriko to recognize him. “We have met before,” she’s quick to add, eyebrows knitted together. “Agatsuma Zenitsu, wasn’t it ?”

“Festivities…? Are they holding some events for the upcoming holiday?” Rinnosuke asked, with a blink of surprise. Wasn’t the holiday enough? Then again, those summer festivities lasted quite a while… still, at the mention of business, he’d rub the back of his neck while sheepishly admitting, “I wish I could say that were the case. Really, I just bought more than I expected would sell… but, with the surplus of pumpkins in store, I have been able to try out some pumpkin recipes I’ve been itching to cook.”

“… I was wondering why you were dressed like that, Mikuni-san. Well, this is my first Halloween too.” Adjusting his glasses, he’d smile somewhat. “I don’t plan on going out or dressing up myself, but it’s nice to see you’re enjoying it as much as you can. Though… why exactly are you dressed like a zombie of all things?”

💚🍵💚⚪ :  “Have you been confined to this small place lately ? There’s quite a lot of festivities around !” it was amusing, the way he seemed utterly oblivious to everything outside; with such a large quantity of vampires, ghouls, and other kind of monsters around, she’d have assumed that one wouldn’t have missed everything going around. “I suppose you can make a nice pumpkin pound cake, with everything you’ve got.” she should give it a try, that makes her think. It’s been a while since she last made cake.

It seemed like people were enjoying themselves during this event; some even seemed to imply that it was a yearly occurrence, and to Saint-Germain, that felt strange. Would she ever get to the point where the happenings of this city just seemed “natural?” If she did manage to find these gods toying with her life among others, what would happen to her, considering how she was dead?

With the knowledge that she was no longer alone, though, she found herself not slipping into endless despair-filled trains of thought as often. Instead, she wondered how exciting an event like this could be to some; while she had no desire to transmogrify herself, it could be an exciting experience, especially to one who lived in a world without any sort of magic, or to any child. (She also knew it was very likely Cagliostro would force her into some sort of ridiculous costume; she wanted to preserve her normal time as long as she could.)

As she wandered on the streets, glancing at the various creatures that made up the populace, a certain one caught her eye–a gaunt girl, dressed in pure white, pale beyond what one could achieve while being alive. Saint-Germain realized she hadn’t seen Oriko since their encounter on Haugst. A deceased bride was a bit of a morbid choice for a costume, but–Oriko came across as rather morbid in general, so she felt as if she shouldn’t’ve expected anything less.

“The corpse bride finds its origins in Jewish-Russian folklore, as your fun fact of the day. …I hope that Judaism and Russia both exist in the world you are from.” She realized it was very likely that Oriko came from a world where neither of these things were true, or that she had no idea of the origins of the costume (nor the popular stop-motion movie), just thinking it looked neat. “Have you decided to indulge in candy, or is your makeup simply well-done?“

💚🍵💚⚪ :  “Of course they do !” Oriko was a little more knowledgeable about the country itself, given its proximity to Japan. The religion, merely a passing name in her ears. “ Fyodor Dostoyevsky was born in tsarist Russia, after all. Well, I didn’t expect you to recognize a corpse bride.” She almost felt offended at the implication that she didn’t know what Russia was. Saint-Germain’s world must be similar to her own, given the mention of the nation.

“Merely makeup,” she nodded. “I’m hardly a professional, anyways. I do not trust the candies they’re giving around here, but to be frank...this is my first Halloween.” her voice was almost sheepish; unusual from the stoic, level-headed girl she often presented herself as, perhaps due to the fact that it made it clear that Oriko hadn’t grown up the ‘normal’ way, compared to her peers. “Though you hardly seem like the type to celebrate such thing.”

💚🍵💚⚪ : Pumpkin and spice; black licorice and strawberry candies, these delicacies that people tasted with great familiarity, children eyeing them with curiosity. and though she had seen it in television, in the internet - there was a feeling of displacement, one of those moments that made it clear just how far from a normal teenager Oriko was.

💚🍵💚⚪ : “You’re busy as always, even during festivities ?” The presence of various pumpkins around Rinnosuke’s store didn’t go amiss; all of it still felt utterly alien to her. Halloween, in general, was a foreign idea for Oriko, who had been robbed too young the chance of being merely a kid. Sometimes, she regretted it, but kept her head on.

💚🍵💚⚪ :  Halloween felt foreigner to the puella magi; she might have seen her classmate talking about it during recess, hearing their excitement at the variety of costumes available to them. To some extent, perhaps, Oriko envied them - her life was different from the carefree days other girls lived, Oriko’s days instead swamped in political posters and speaking to others as if she were an adult.

However.

She was still a young one, albeit more twisted and jaded than her fellow teenagers, so it’d be only natural that curiosity settled as Oriko witnessed the candies and the costumes and the strange creatures around here. Hopefully nothing like the horror that was Kriemhild Gretchen. She also would be lying if she said that costumes weren’t interesting - they were, certainly so, and while puella magis often had frilly costumes, their everyday lives were far from being flippery and satin. So she wore the dress, put on her makeup - casually done, making her look akin to a corpse. She looked at herself in the mirror, green eyes scanning her reflection, and she left her place.

( A corpse. She should be a corpse, by now, albeit brought back to life by strange methods. But what are puella magis if not empty, walking corpses, only kept alive by their soul gem ? )

⚡ Right. What a way to leave an impression here. Gramps would be ashamed. My friends, too. I really have to do something here. She is really hungry, too. Zenitsu sighs deeply. He put his sword into his room with the intention to keep it there. With all the festivities that happened before, it seemed odd to walk around with a sword. Now, he has to resort using the broken pipe from a busted wash basin instead. He doesn’t really see any better alternatives around here.  “Actually, I can fight. It’s just like… I really really hate to do it, you know? Where I come from, I’ve spent… a lot of time fighting people that turned into demons. I was actually hoping that I wouldn’t have to fight anymore now after all that. I’m sorry I’ve given you the wrong impression. Getting back into old habits was the more comfortable solution for me.” I was trying to skirt my responsibilities. He’s picks up the pipe with a deep frown. Swinging it back and fort and… it will do. But it is definitely a poor substitute for his Nichirin Blade. Besides, this will get definitely messy. He’s absolutely not looking forward to any of that.

Most of all, he is scared. He’s down-right terrified by the thought of what he’s going to do. But surprisingly to himself, he’s keeping himself together rather well now at this point. It is the prospect that he got someone to protect. And that he doesn’t want to disappoint Gramps.

Another deep sigh. It is a little shaky, giving away that he is still frightened inside, despite his outer change of demeanor.

“I apologize to you for causing you so much trouble earlier. I don’t hear any of them coming here, so I suppose you’re safe here for the time being. I’ll go and get us something to eat.”

─ ○ 💚☕ ;     “I see...” Oriko nods at the boy. No longer he was the coward that she’d seen him as for the little time they’d spent together, running through the laboratory; here he was mustering up the courage to even talk about it openly. Honestly, she isn’t sure what to think. Cowardice wasn’t something she felt she was allowed to feel, yet a part of her sympathizes with the boy’s plight. ( his shaky sigh doesn’t go amiss to her. )

The silence grows thicker with each second. She promptly breaks it, when she sees him picking up the broken pipe. “Anything is better than nothing, for sure. Backing down won’t do us any good, though you can’t never be too ready.” That’ll have to do it, surely; she’s hardly suited for combat, always having a sharper mind than fighting prowess. But staying behind would surely be a terrible, terrible idea.

Low grunts came from behind the metal door, accompained by the ocassional soft scratch on it. She hadn’t taken a good look at them - hard to do so when it’s pitch black. Oriko steels herself. She’s dealt with the surreal horrors that were Witches, anyways.

“Wait.” she stands up from the ground, touching his shoulder slightly.