[Britta feels sorry for the humans. They're loud, they're scared, they don't know what to do with themselves half the time. They're furious with monsters, and rightfully so, and Britta sincerely wishes she could do something to help them out. She just doesn't know what, and she's been choosing to drink and smoke over trying to figure it out, because doing that? Is so much easier.
Britta can feel eyes on her as she makes her way over to the bar. Some stare blankly, and others glare at her so hard that if looks could kill, she'd be in deep, deep trouble. Britta's dressed in a t-shirt (altered to accommodate her crystal protrusions) and jeans, and when she notices the woman out front, she clears her throat and cautiously approaches.]
[ makima doesn't know britta's scent; she's never met her before, so she's going to have to figure this out herself with good old deduction. most of the humans among her are so identical she really cannot tell them apart, and neither does she really bother to remember each distinct scent because it's just not that important. what she does put some work into is distinguishing monsters, starting with their smell, and then working herself up with facial structure differences. she's watching both human and monsters as they pass, until there's one that comes close, gives her name‐
and with another unblinking golden-ruby gaze cast upon britta, makima smiles pleasantly and rewarding.
almost a bit too much, but just enough to pass as friendly and professional. ]
You must be Britta. Now I can say it's nice to meet you.
[Britta seems to relax as soon as she realizes that the woman standing before her is indeed Makima and not some random human who might attack her for trying to ask a question. She's had her fair share of that and doesn't want to deal with more of it any time soon. Her shoulders slump, her mouth twitches into a faint smile, and she holds her hand out to shake the other woman's.]
It's really nice to meet you too. Thanks for meeting me.
[ westerners and their shaking! makima adapts in a snap, extending her hand and shaking firmly, confidently, much like a business person who naturally exerts pressure. she begins to shrug off her coat as she enters and seems to lead. ]
Of course. Do you prefer to start lightly or strong?
[ with the drinks, that is. they are getting stares, but— notably less vocal push-back as they look for a seat to take. ]
[She says with a smile, trying to ignore the glares being shot in her direction. She doesn't love being looked at like she's a rich girl thoughtlessly flaunting her money in front of the poor and struggling, but she also gets why they would look at her like that. She's in a higher position of power.
Oh, she hates it.]
But I don't mind starting lightly today. Unless you want to go strong?
[ finding a good place to sit, makima walks with the purpose an important businessperson would boast, already ordering herself a tall mug of black beer and turning the table clerk's attention to her companion. ]
My guardian would like something light. [ go on! anyway, back to britta: ] I have yet to meet someone who could outdrink me and still keep a clear head.
[Britta says with a faint smile, leaning one elbow on the table. She sits forward a little, still unaccustomed to sitting with long, jagged rocks protruding from her back. She's going to have to get used to it, but it's seriously a challenge!]
When it comes to handling alcohol, I'm pretty average. Not terrible. Not great.
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Britta can feel eyes on her as she makes her way over to the bar. Some stare blankly, and others glare at her so hard that if looks could kill, she'd be in deep, deep trouble. Britta's dressed in a t-shirt (altered to accommodate her crystal protrusions) and jeans, and when she notices the woman out front, she clears her throat and cautiously approaches.]
Um. Hi. Are you... Makima?
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and with another unblinking golden-ruby gaze cast upon britta, makima smiles pleasantly and rewarding.
almost a bit too much, but just enough to pass as friendly and professional. ]
You must be Britta. Now I can say it's nice to meet you.
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It's really nice to meet you too. Thanks for meeting me.
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Of course. Do you prefer to start lightly or strong?
[ with the drinks, that is. they are getting stares, but— notably less vocal push-back as they look for a seat to take. ]
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[She says with a smile, trying to ignore the glares being shot in her direction. She doesn't love being looked at like she's a rich girl thoughtlessly flaunting her money in front of the poor and struggling, but she also gets why they would look at her like that. She's in a higher position of power.
Oh, she hates it.]
But I don't mind starting lightly today. Unless you want to go strong?
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[ finding a good place to sit, makima walks with the purpose an important businessperson would boast, already ordering herself a tall mug of black beer and turning the table clerk's attention to her companion. ]
My guardian would like something light. [ go on! anyway, back to britta: ] I have yet to meet someone who could outdrink me and still keep a clear head.
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[Britta says with a faint smile, leaning one elbow on the table. She sits forward a little, still unaccustomed to sitting with long, jagged rocks protruding from her back. She's going to have to get used to it, but it's seriously a challenge!]
When it comes to handling alcohol, I'm pretty average. Not terrible. Not great.
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[ they're just here to talk, right? when their drinks come along, makima sips at her mug. mmm. foamy. ]
Now— You're an anarchist?
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Sure am. Loud and proud. I'm all about defying authority, doing what feels right even if it goes against the rules!
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[She stops to drink her own beer, downing about a quarter of her glass in one hit. Oops.]
My world was rife with those things, and so many people had just... stopped fighting!
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[ . . . her perfect world, maybe, but her chance to create such a place in her world was stolen from her. ]
Where human greed walks, corruption prevails.
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It's so true, and I wish it wasn't. Humans are... the worst. We need to do better.