πππ£ππ§ππ πππππ£π€ [ A pretty young girl with pink hair in a rose-like updo has been flitting in and out of the groups of other travelers, half-nervous yet half-bubbly. She's looking surprisingly fresh in her ruffled burgundy tunic over an even rufflier poofy black skirt, wearing a cream-colored scarf speckled with little black pompoms, with matching leggings to boot... but as to boots, instead of some cute little heels, this tiny creampuff of a girl is bouncing around between crowds in black combat boots, acid-washed grey jean jacket keeping her cozy after her very soggy arrival... She'd managed to convince someone to use their magic to re-puff her petticoats, thankfully, because that was a priority. Spirited away, but still stylish. She's clearly searching for something, ducking to peek below people for a better ground-view... Occasionally, a small leaping silvery wisp of white may lace itself between your legs, but its seeker is not as quick. It doesn't help she's easily distracted by all the cool-looking people in foreign styles. Maybe as she passes by you, she offers an enthusiastic compliment on your outfit β so many different looking people, she'd wear herself down tapping strangers on the shoulder to say "I like your shoes," "I like your hair," "I like your this, I like your that..." She's bound to find something to compliment in your outfit. But she's hoping she's bound to find this elusive quick little white scoundrel, whatever it is.
When her search is clearly coming to no avail, she does get worn down (maybe for the best?), and after taking a moment to pet and thank the hard-working horses, she's pretty relieved to relax in the caravan. It's all enough to make her head spin, so once their welcoming explanation sinks in some, she figures it's better if maybe her head does spin a little. That mini-bar is a nice touch, and she dives in to find the flavored vodka, rum, something fruity right away, and plops three in her ruffly lap. She turns to whoever may be beside her, smiling and warm. ]
Would you like some, too?
[ But rather than offer one of the three in her lap, she reaches back into the mini-bar to produce a fourth for you... She's keeping those three. ]
π€π₯ππͺπππ πππ [ Maybe you're the lucky ducky who's found themselves sharing the room in the inn together. She's already claimed her bed, but she's clung to the video games pretty fast. She's found a simple rhythm game, some groovy dance music filling the room as she hits all the marks mostly on time with the notes. A natural. If you walk in while she's in the zone, you'll be greeted with a bright smile β but then she scrambles her focus back to the game seconds later, not wanting the distraction to make her fail the current song. She does anyway, though, and huffs childishly at the controller as she sets it back down and stands to introduce herself proper, bowing a bit. ]
Boo, I lost... Sorry, sorry. Hi, hello! We're roommates, right? It's nice to meet you, my name is Sakurada Miwako. And yours~?
πππππππ ππ π£ππππ [ The next morning after a restful night at the inn, much needed, she's in even more need of help with magic... She comes from a completely normal world. No magic. No powers. No spooky creatures. No heroes. No aliens. Well, not counting the famous hair stylist/makeup artist/professional genius Seiji-sama, but it's really just her theory that he's from the Glitter Planet, which in any case is obviously not... this planet. It would be better if so, she thinks. Glitter magic, what a thought~ She's kind of put out watching others practicing their magic in the training grounds, though, feeling still exceedingly normal. Nothing feels very different; in fact she quietly feels rather unexceptional β just like at home, if not even more so... She's pouting by herself off on the sidelines, huffing occasionally, resigned to observing the others after many failed attempts at what she's seen going on around her. Screaming "FIRE POWER, GO~!" didn't work the way she'd hoped it would. Her familiar has been no help, either; free from the crowds, a small white rabbit has been bounding about all morning, its fur softly glowing silver, crystal-like jade-colored eyes always seeking Miwako from across the training field, but it doesn't come to her. Just watches from afar. Is her rabbit even magic? Something doesn't seem fair... After too much ruminating on this, she turns frustrated to whoever's nearest. ]
Do you know what your special power is yet? I can't tell mine yet... What if I don't have one?
[ A sudden shocking realization hits, though, which she clearly takes very seriously as she lopes this poor stranger into her thought process. ]
Sakurada Miwako | Paradise Kiss
[ A pretty young girl with pink hair in a rose-like updo has been flitting in and out of the groups of other travelers, half-nervous yet half-bubbly. She's looking surprisingly fresh in her ruffled burgundy tunic over an even rufflier poofy black skirt, wearing a cream-colored scarf speckled with little black pompoms, with matching leggings to boot... but as to boots, instead of some cute little heels, this tiny creampuff of a girl is bouncing around between crowds in black combat boots, acid-washed grey jean jacket keeping her cozy after her very soggy arrival... She'd managed to convince someone to use their magic to re-puff her petticoats, thankfully, because that was a priority. Spirited away, but still stylish. She's clearly searching for something, ducking to peek below people for a better ground-view... Occasionally, a small leaping silvery wisp of white may lace itself between your legs, but its seeker is not as quick. It doesn't help she's easily distracted by all the cool-looking people in foreign styles. Maybe as she passes by you, she offers an enthusiastic compliment on your outfit β so many different looking people, she'd wear herself down tapping strangers on the shoulder to say "I like your shoes," "I like your hair," "I like your this, I like your that..." She's bound to find something to compliment in your outfit. But she's hoping she's bound to find this elusive quick little white scoundrel, whatever it is.
When her search is clearly coming to no avail, she does get worn down (maybe for the best?), and after taking a moment to pet and thank the hard-working horses, she's pretty relieved to relax in the caravan. It's all enough to make her head spin, so once their welcoming explanation sinks in some, she figures it's better if maybe her head does spin a little. That mini-bar is a nice touch, and she dives in to find the flavored vodka, rum, something fruity right away, and plops three in her ruffly lap. She turns to whoever may be beside her, smiling and warm. ]
Would you like some, too?
[ But rather than offer one of the three in her lap, she reaches back into the mini-bar to produce a fourth for you... She's keeping those three. ]
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[ Maybe you're the lucky ducky who's found themselves sharing the room in the inn together. She's already claimed her bed, but she's clung to the video games pretty fast. She's found a simple rhythm game, some groovy dance music filling the room as she hits all the marks mostly on time with the notes. A natural. If you walk in while she's in the zone, you'll be greeted with a bright smile β but then she scrambles her focus back to the game seconds later, not wanting the distraction to make her fail the current song. She does anyway, though, and huffs childishly at the controller as she sets it back down and stands to introduce herself proper, bowing a bit. ]
Boo, I lost... Sorry, sorry. Hi, hello! We're roommates, right? It's nice to meet you, my name is Sakurada Miwako. And yours~?
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[ The next morning after a restful night at the inn, much needed, she's in even more need of help with magic... She comes from a completely normal world. No magic. No powers. No spooky creatures. No heroes. No aliens. Well, not counting the famous hair stylist/makeup artist/professional genius Seiji-sama, but it's really just her theory that he's from the Glitter Planet, which in any case is obviously not... this planet. It would be better if so, she thinks. Glitter magic, what a thought~ She's kind of put out watching others practicing their magic in the training grounds, though, feeling still exceedingly normal. Nothing feels very different; in fact she quietly feels rather unexceptional β just like at home, if not even more so... She's pouting by herself off on the sidelines, huffing occasionally, resigned to observing the others after many failed attempts at what she's seen going on around her. Screaming "FIRE POWER, GO~!" didn't work the way she'd hoped it would. Her familiar has been no help, either; free from the crowds, a small white rabbit has been bounding about all morning, its fur softly glowing silver, crystal-like jade-colored eyes always seeking Miwako from across the training field, but it doesn't come to her. Just watches from afar. Is her rabbit even magic? Something doesn't seem fair... After too much ruminating on this, she turns frustrated to whoever's nearest. ]
Do you know what your special power is yet? I can't tell mine yet... What if I don't have one?
[ A sudden shocking realization hits, though, which she clearly takes very seriously as she lopes this poor stranger into her thought process. ]
...Oh, no! Do you think I could be cursed?!